Oxygen
It helps me breathe
But is not air
When i think im alone
It is always there
It guides me through this hectic life
Can be soft as pillow but sharp as a knife
When something is wrong it turns it right
It is there throughouth day and night
When im in darkness it brings me light
When i am blind it gives me sight
It was my first love
And for that i can place no other above
Bright like the sun with love running deeper than the sea
This is everthing this person is to me
When something comes about there is no doubt
But to call on the one thing i cannot live without
One of a kind built like no other
This person that gives me life is my mother
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