The world is fast, the days all blur,
But still, I find my calm in her.
She sees me raw, she knows me true,
And still, she says, “I’m proud of you.”
She holds my heart without a chain,
With open hands that ease the strain.
Nothing else matters more,
Than love we don’t keep score.
She’s my peace, my open door,
What I’ve been searching for.
But still, I find my calm in her.
She sees me raw, she knows me true,
And still, she says, “I’m proud of you.”
She holds my heart without a chain,
With open hands that ease the strain.
Nothing else matters more,
Than love we don’t keep score.
She’s my peace, my open door,
What I’ve been searching for.