Carrying the weight
Of too many broken things
Enervated her tired back
Broken things are the heaviest
Just look at the weight of a broken heart
She traversed the world
Collecting broken hearts
Trying to find the pieces
To fill all of her cracks

Meet me in the clearing
In the forest of my dreams
We can lay by a fire
And count the stars
Pointing out shapes
In the cotton candy clouds
Drinking until we’re dizzy
And bathing in the moonlight
You and I, side by side
All through the night