Broken

by Steevens   Jan 17, 2005


I am broken here, pieces on the floor.
I'd put me back together, but my eyes can't see my hands.
I don't know why I try anymore.
If only someone would help my hands,
And guide them to the right place.
One has come who loves me so,
I can see it in her face.
I look at her and I know,
That these pieces will come together.
I will be with her forever.

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