Every flaw you have Only endears me more to you;Each line of sadness on your face Speaks of the suffering you have been through;And the strength it took To come out alive;The strain it caused you Just to survive;Perhaps you will never know the pride have for you, overcoming your trials;For while most jog for meters You ran for miles;At the end, Death takes us all But not all of us live in order not to fall;Many live for their own selfish means They live in order to avoid the pain;But they will never achieve as you have done For life without honors life in vain.