To Mend

The tears may come, stream down your face But what's the point if there's no trace No one else can see the pain; see what you're going through But what if they were to tell you, we know, we've been there too We are all the same you see, beneath this weathered skin For love it has no reason, nowhere to begin And to further that beginning, there really is no end So do to me, as I to you, and help that broken heart to mend