I’d cross any distance on a map,
Scale any mountain up above,
A knife, a cut, a tender wound,
Anything for those I love.
My family’s care is boundless,
And it only seems to grow,
To me, my friends are priceless,
Much more than they will ever know.
A stranger or a dearest friend,
No matter who’s to blame,
A knife, a cut, a drop of blood,
I’d sacrifice it just the same.
But I’ll always cover up the wound,
Look as happy as can be,
My face is wet, but they can’t tell,
With tears, they’ll never see.
They won’t notice, that behind my smile,
I’m holding back their flood,
Behind my back, I hold,
The cloth I used to wipe the blood.
No matter what, I know,
My love for them will have no end,
A knife, a cut, another scar,
And I’d do it all over again.