i'll stitch you back up
slowly, but diligently
until you can stand well again
and maybe even proudly

i'll race to your door
even to sit in true silence
just so you feel company
in your abode of familiar sadness

i'll sing you 'til you sleep, my dear
to the tunes i know you like
even if only 'til you nightmares pass
and rest their vicious fight

i'll speak words of only honestly
because false hope won't help you now
but i swear that if i could find a cure
then i'd fix you, someway, somehow