If i could I\'d give you all the tiny pieces of my shattered and broken heart
I\'d dare to let you have what was left of my soul all twisted and dark
If i were a strong man I\'d gaze intently deep into your beautiful eyes
Then you\'d know my secret that I am always afraid, especially when it comes to dying
If i had courage I\'d take you in my arms and be for you your perfect man
I would care for you so very much that you\'d know you were safe from any harm
If i felt then i would be able to tell what it was you needed if we were lovers.
I\'d say that you were the only one, that special one above all others.
But i am a broken thing held together by scars
The threads of life like a tapestry of torment
Im beyond all grace or any redemption because my soul has lost its course
And yet in you i see the distant memory of what it could mean to hope
Within you the illusion still exists that we could be happy and fix what is eternally broke.
Because you\'re a broken thing too so beautiful and strong
And yet so very fragile.
I see the scars on your beating heart
each worn like a medal of valour
Your smile is radiant and shines so bright
But that\'s to blind people to your tortured darkness
But i see the scars on your beating heart.
A tapestry forever stitched, agèd and timeless.