Jen you keep me going
You are my muse in every sense of the world
Today when I stood in the sound-booth
Though this proves how late I write
I promise I thought of all you've overcome
When I found it hard myself to fight against fate
You make me write love poems
And keep me singing
I don't know where I'd be without you
You truly keep me living, instead of just taking up space
My God, you are such an inspiration
And when I've got no other choice
I know I can follow your voice
Through the dark turns and noise of this wicked little town
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