Oh how I envy you, dear soul,
Your place is more peaceful than mine.
Through hard times you still remain whole,
And the aftermath sees you fine.
Too tired of these constant breaks,
that leave me splintered, crushed to dust.
Unforgiving, these too real aches,
when my loyalty brings me rust.
I die a thousand deaths through time,
while you see one death, at our end.
Others' hands hold my fate in my prime,
Our own for you, no pain to mend.

Dear heart, how I envy your place,
to have such attention from all.
To be seen, and able to trace,
To stay in body at our fall.
Your existence is known and strong,
how through pains you piece back as one,
to know love and inspire song!
I haven't felt since we begun...
To give myself is to decay,
when you can do so on a whim.
To know you beat at every day,
even when our times seem too dim.