I would kiss every inch
Of your wound if I could find it
I would pause to wrap it in gauze
If you didn't work so hard to hide it
Cause it's not like you're alone
When you bleed, I too see red
But the bandages I have
Don't seem to stick inside your head
I'm no doctor, I've got no MDs
Just these burns of the third degree
I would spend every cent
If I had to buy you pride
But you inherited a fortune
Though you bury it inside
Keep along with the rest
Though you know you shelter better
Keep your song in your chest
It will guard against the weather
I'm no saint, I've got no rosaries
Just these sins that sigh and singe a tune
Of hopeful melody
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