Take all the poetry
Take all my time
You take what's yours
I used to think it was mine
Take what is left of me
Broken and scarred
Take it and fix it
This wild card
Take all the pieces
I've scattered on the ground
And make something beautiful
You can do that, I've found
Can you make me more worth it?
Less awkward and strange?
Stronger and sweeter
So the others don't run away?
(They don't think they will now
But they always do one day)
Lord, make me eternal
And gentle and kind
Let me be a mother
I'll do my best, you'll find
Just don't leave me stranded
Broken and bent
Don't leave me out here
Hung over a fence
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