Bent and broken
Your heart made of white porcelain
Cracks on the inside
Mends on the surface

Torn and tattered
Your wings made of white porcelain
Feathers falling
Still their guardian

Scarred and ripped
Your fingers made of white porcelain
Bleeding through cuts
Hiding strains

Dear you
Made of white porcelain
Let me take over
So I can remove your pain