The broken soul that everyone sees
Does not really exist and this I believe
Wearing your emotions right on your sleeves
I see who you are and what you need
You're operating at maximum capacity
Left to waste as you were down on one knee
Worn down by an abuser and treated like a slave
I could not sit and watch you dig your grave
Now you've been brought back to the shore
You're not washed away like a castle in the sand
You're able to lift your chin and walk on land
You took my hand, as that's all I had to grant
Now look in the mirror, and what do you see?
There is the man who always stood before me
Can you now see what I always could see?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem