There Is But Me
No pot of Gold, nor wealth of paper
Just me once superman, not cartoon caper
A mere mortal of sorts these days
Keeping things for real I'd say
I still fly across blue skies
Not of air but in her eyes
At least for now, I still have power
Hers alone, my finest hour
You see in life I've come to live
That good things come to those who give
Of heart and soul, of mind and body
Become something, be of somebody
All I need breathe in this day
The scent of her who makes always
A better me, a better man
Believe in me because I can
Though try i will to run at speeds
Greater than light, my simple needs
Is of two who knows my heart
My GOD and her this day, my start
There is but me this day and now
I'll hold fast and still and know somehow
There is but me but also them
That give me strength to comprehend
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