I can see the
Unfinished man
In pencil
That drawing that's missing
something  
The outline of you
The curves of you forming
But still not whole
Still seeing who you might be
What moves you make
I can even see where
You have been erased
Mistakes have been drawn over
Paper is worn a little
Even torn
But
I'll be patient
I'll wait
For you to fill in
Get your lines straight
For you to be complete

And
Drawn in ink

Everyone I know
Seems to be broken
One way or another
Broken bodies
Broken hearts
Broken minds
Broken souls
In this broken world
And you know what
I am broken too
But if we can wait to heal
Our broken parts and not be tired of waiting.
If we can keep our heads up when all else comes apart
If we can watch the things we gave our life to, broken,
If we can trust ourselves
When all men doubt us
But make allowance for their
Doubting too,
    And stoop and repairing our cracks with dust of gold and hold on
Like a Kintsugi art
Indeed, my brothers and sisters
We can become more beautiful
More stronger than all of the doubters
In this broken world

Exactly because
We have been broken