Love of My Own

Your face stained with memory
Of a time not so good
Of a boy left alone
In a life misunderstood

My heart growing fond
Of this boy by himself
Wanting to heal his lonely sad heart
I'll put back together what they tour apart

I'll pick up the peaces
And press them in place
I'll kiss all the bruises
And scares on your face

I'll heal all your wounds
And carry you home
As the boy that I love
The one who's my own