Making Amends

There are still things to be done. Places within you that I can call home. There are depths to dig And heights to climb, There are still things about you that have yet to blow my mind. There are kisses beneath the moon. Stars to wish upon. There is a world in your eyes that awaits for me to find. There is still room for redemption. We can shed our skin and never have to look at the bruises from our past. We can sculpt our faults and singe our scars to the wind.