Whatever broke within you found its way
To me tonight and gave me strength to mend
Your tired, aging soul and tested faith
Will feel a healing from my writer's pen
The coldness that you speak of I feel warm
A chair so near the draft will hold new fire
Red passion and the love inside our home
Fuels poetry and thoughts that will inspire
I know this soul you claim to be untouched
Or unaffected as the heart can feign
With angel's whispers and a gentle trust
Your soul becomes baptised under the rain
Your broken soul feels safe inside of me
I'll sing your wounds to sleep, so you can dream
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