If I could, I'd sing to you sweetly
just to mend your broken lip.

And I'd steal all the pirates treasure
just to heal your scarring hips.

I would burn every magazine
and modelling agency
Just to see you taste again

If I could, I would oil these rusty arms
just to hold you forever.

I'd paint a smile on you permanently
with the richest colour pink,

Sticky tape your shattered ribs together
and watch you breathe again.

I promise I'd guide you to the mirror
and make sure it reflects just how beautiful
just how beautiful everyone sees that you are.