Where would I have ended up

if it were not for you?

Broke, lost, despondent, floundering,

Expectorated chew.

I fluctuated, wavered, spun,

a valley then a peak.

A compass circling endlessly

dismissing what it seeks.

You caught me in my darkened trough

a piercing stabbing light.

Though bleeding, bandaged up my wounds

and prepped me for my fight.

I stood, and swung and fell, and stood,

and swung and fell again.

And to my horror realized

each topple slashed your skin.

Undaunted yet you clung to me;

refused to see defeat.

Fought for my soul, our family,

eternal chains complete.

Your pain: it finally woke me up.

It hardened my resolve.

It broke my heart, then built it new,

with no room to revolve.

The compass now, its aim is true.

The wave has turned to calm.

The compass now, it points at you,

its needle ne’er a qualm.

I owe you all, you darling girl,

you angel, tigress, flower.

Were’t not for you, your constancy,

I’d be in Satan’s power.