For you who wrought my heart from pain;
who built my soul and carried me from nothing -
take my hand and break me once again.

I lack such a vernacular to express this - to explain -
the way my heart has just begun to sing,
for you who wrought my heart from pain.

From just one step, 'twas you I'd gain,
without my own consent, I fear my heart on a string;
take my hand and break me once again.

Because I cannot live without you (it's a strain);
because of all the perfection in mistakes that you bring;
for you who wrought my heart from pain.

Hour follows hour through the steady-fall of rain,
and I have followed you, for all the wonder of your sting,
take my hand and break me once again.

I see you there, I see your face; you keep me close to sane,
to the thought of you, that I might lose, I've started (now) to cling.
For you who wrought my heart from pain,
take my hand and break me once again.

03/25/2003

Posted on 07/04/2003
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