Mend Your Heart - William Fitzsimmons

She is like the water where i clean my baby

floating from the front into the back to keep me warm enough to cover me from getting chilly

cool enough to hide me from the heat

She is like a splinter that i caught in my toe

running from the dog that chases me sharp enough to teach a lesson that i must learn

soft enough to never make me bleed

and i will find will you there

and i will mend your heart

and i will find you there

and i will mend your heart

She is like a cigarette inside an ashtray

nothing but a fire sets her free

filling up my lungs until my body needs her

holding on so i can never breathe

She is like a gravestone sitting in the church yard

crooked from the ground in which she sleeps

whispering my name until i go to meet her

underneath the ground she finds her peace