I will love you with a broken heart
I will see you through broken glass
I would hold you with wounded hands
I would kiss you with burned lips.

But move with you through broken homes?
Support you despite feeling alone?
Cherish you despite feeling rejected?
Be present despite being neglected?

I asked my heart first, but found no answer
You ask much of me, but you are much better.
You tell me be patient, it will manifest
But I have no doubt that what manifests is best
How would you fix the groans of a broken record?
How would you bear the moans of a broken soul?
How do you keep telling yourself a lie?
How to keep living after your dreams die?