Autor: Passer
My dearest... my dolphin... my Iruka.
ïf ïn ŧhe ლorning when you wake,
ïf ŧhe sun does not appear,
ï will be here.
ïf ïn ŧhe dark we lose sight of love,
Ħold ლy hand and have no fear,
ï will be here.
ï will be here,
ωhen you feel like being quiet,
ωhen you need ŧo speak your ლind ï will listen.
ŧhrough the winning, losing, and trying we'll be together,
მnd ï will be here.
ïf ïn ŧhe ლorning when you wake,
ïf ŧhe future ïs unclear,
ï will be here.
მs sure as seasons were made for change,
øur lifetimes were made for years,
ï will be here.
ï will be here,
მnd you can cry on ლy shoulder,
ωhen ŧhe mirror tells us we're older.
ï will hold you, ŧo watch you grow in beauty,
მnd ŧell you all the ŧhings you are ŧo me.
ωe'll be ŧogether and ï will be here.
ï will be ŧrue ŧo ŧhe promises I've made,
ŧo you and ŧo ŧhe one who gave you ŧo me.
ï will be here.