I will do it

Pray someone to carry your heart for you;
Until you’re strong enough to lift it yourself.
Pray someone to appear in front of you;
To open your eyes; to see the light; to feel alive.
Love is just one symptom of a pain we feel in life.
Love is just a feeling, related to sadness and grief as it is to joy.
You start to tremble; you feel sick.
Pain cripples you and your last regular breath escapes.

This is for the happiness you crave.
For the heart you used to have locked in your chest;
Before it decided it'd had enough and just gave up on itself,
Wilting in a sunless prison.

I will do it.
Like you, I crave happiness; your happiness.
If I have to find it within the clouded blackness of the past 1000years,
I will do it
If I have to carry it, nurse it back to health like a child,
I will do it
If I have to pray, sacrifice my happiness for the day
I will continue to do it
And if you forget me just one year later, after 1000 years of darkness, that's ok.
As long as your heart still beats proudly in your chest.
Glad I could help.