Her heart is soft and giving,
Her soul is kind and true.
You'd think she'd never met heartache,
But she's met and known it, like you.

Yes, her heart has been broken and
bleeding, and her eyes overflowing with
Tears. But what makes her so very different,
Is she lives by her love, not her fears.

It's by her love she gains her strength.
When life seems twisted and wrong,
She looks inside her heart and finds,
It's by her love that she's strong.

The wonder of life never dies for her,
She's a woman of magic, it seems.
You're afraid that if you close your eyes,
She'll vanish like some kind of a dream.

The love within her is boundless,
It knows no end as it gives.
She doesn't make pain and fear her life,
It's by her love that she lives.