I hand to you
All of you
Each of you
A
Restless thing of mine

It's black from fire
From old blood
From scars
This
Restless thing of mine

It's red from passion
From new blood
From love
This
Restless thing of mine

It's cold from loneliness
From healing
From hate
This
Restless thing of mine

It's warm from caring
From pain
From kindness
This
Restless thing of mine

It's whole from friendship
From happiness
From dreams
This
Restless thing of mine

It is broken
From all those things
This restless thing of mine
This broken thing of mine

But I knew
That no matter
No one would want
A
Restless thing of mine