To mend the broken.
And heal the sick.
It's a process unspoken.
And never very quick.
A million pieces are hard to build.
And to put it all together is hard to yield.
My comment on your endless path
of making me happy. for it won't last
for I am lost in dreary darkness
Lost in a world that's not my own.
The light at the end of the tunnel I see
But wander away because I'm not ready
I'll be ready when i turn to ash
To see the true happiness at last