• Do you see this mind. There's a hole in it. A gaping wound someone shot through
    Do you see this heart. There's a cut across it. A slash someone effortlessly sliced
    Do you see this soul. It's in pieces. Left to lay by the unwanted keeper.

    But there is hope. We do recover.
    Let the hole be filled in with wonderful thoughts
    Let the cut mend together and scar over
    Let the pieces be picked up
    Let the soul fill the body
    Let this person only remember.