I want to repay you
for the gifts
you've given to me.
But with complete sincerity,
you insist
there's nothing to repay.
To prove your point,
you ask me to show you
where I've kept
what you've given.
But you must know
that's not something
I can do.
How can I show
the faith you had in me
when no one else believed?
How can I show
the courage I gained
when you trusted my dream?
And as I speak,
I suddenly begin to see
that what you gave
is too valuable to keep.
And you will only be repaid
when I give your gifts
to someone else
as much in need as I was,
when you gave them to me.
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