There's Always Space

There's always space for you in my bosom.

Let your tears dry; do not mourn the cramped corners they assign you, designed only to diminish your spirit.

While the world turns its back on you and shuts you out of every room.

I will place you on a pedestal. And lift you to the finish line.

Because when you win, so do we.

When burdens press upon you, I will be at your side, listening to your voice, working with you, and rejoicing in every triumph as if it were my own.

My support lives in deeds you can rely on.

You must no longer cry at their petty stools.

For I will build you an empire.