As I wrap my arms and my world around her,
Trying to protect her from the troubles of this world,
Each a small grain of sand or a pebble,
Gathering into a huge dust storm,
Gaining speed,
And tearing at me and all I have,
Ripping me to pieces as I try to hold her safe,
Ripping my very flesh from my bones.
I will hold on till my last breath,
To protect her I will suffer any pain,
Any hardship,
Even death,
To prevent one scratch to her beautiful skin,
To stop any grains of dust from her eyes,
So that she may never have to cry.