Book of Boris — Chapter XLIV: The Strength I Swear
Verse 1: They lost a grandpa — weight carved in silence. I said: I’ll stand. Not in pity — in backbone. For her. For her grandma.
Verse 2: When grief comes knocking, I won’t bend. I’ll be the wall she leans on when all she wants is to fold.
Verse 3: Whispered to her: your grandpa lives not just in memory, but in my vow — that I will be strong, so she sees strength in more than loss.