Take a pen
And cross out my thoughts
Take away all that are not
Holy
Take my voice
And make me mute
If I can not speak
Things that are lovely
Break me
But build me again
And again
And again
I'm getting used to living with this broken heart
But if I had to ask once more
I would ask for someone to love
Somewhere to rest
A solace until I am free
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