I was on the groud,
I was broke, battered, beat.
Heart shattered but hidden behind a fake smile and hollow laughter.
You found me, Picked me up.
Your hands tended my bruises, your words touched my soul and your lips breathed new life into me.
You're different, new, gentle.
I'm confused, obsessed, scared.
But I'm also sure.
I'm sure that this is good, I'm sure that this is right, I'm sure that this is real.
You make me laugh, you make me smile, you make me cry.
No longer hiding, no longer faking;
You make me feel alive.
