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
Copyright © Juliette Paterson | Year Posted 2012
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