You've Got the Makings of a Lover

You once held her laughter like morning light,
now you turn away when her tears take flight.
The hands that built her world, now shake the frame,
forgetting the heart that still calls your name.

Can’t you hear the echo in her voice?
She’s not your burden, she’s your choice.
Every soul needs roots to stand,
don’t cut the tree that trusts your hand.

She’s the garden that your own love made.
(If you forget her worth, you’ll lose your own)
Love’s the mirror that brings you home.

Her silence is heavy, but it speaks so loud,
she bends in the storm, but won’t break down.
If you see her pain and still look away,
you teach her that love can just decay.

See, a child don’t need a kingdom, just your truth,
not the shadow of your anger, not the weight of proof.
Confidence is water, let it pour, let it rise,
without it, she drowns in the flood of your eyes.
Don’t twist her light to make yours shine,
’cause her flame is yours, and her hope’s on the line.

She’s the garden that your own love made.
(If you forget her worth, you’ll lose your own)
Love’s the mirror that brings you home.
She’s the garden that your own love made.
(If you forget her worth, you’ll lose your own)
Love’s the mirror that brings you home.
 
One day you’ll see her standing tall,
and wonder why you ever let her fall.
But it’s never too late to choose the skies,

See, a child don’t need a kingdom, just your truth,
not the shadow of your anger, not the weight of proof.
Confidence is water, let it pour, let it rise,
without it, she drowns in the flood of your eyes.
Don’t twist her light to make yours shine,
’cause her flame is yours, and her hope’s on the line.
She’s the garden that your own love made.
(If you forget her worth, you’ll lose your own)

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You've Got the Makings of a Lover

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