Recovery

Brick by brick
Piece by piece
Pick up the glass
From round your feet

Drops from above
Well let it rain
For nothing good
Comes without strain

I see your face
I feel your breath
I take your hand
Upto my chest

From the dust comes the fresh air
From the darkness comes the light
From the embers come the fire
That burns right through the night

Let your tears be my mortar
Your hands be my spade
As we add another layer
To this life we made

New shoots
Recovery
Was twisted metal
Now green I see

A fresh start
A new day
A broken heart
Doesn’t have to end that way

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