I see you every morning, I talk with you and play,

I long to hear your laughter, it's the true sunrise to my day,

Yet here I stand as darkness, that cruelly cold-white moon,

Has overtaken the sun, the tears I feel for you

I see how your broken, and I see how your hurt,

I see the deep scars people left in your heart,

I cry as I ponder the things that they've done,

I feel my rage rising towards the breakers of my sun

I see the truth reflected, in your ever deep'ning eyes,

I hear at night your c'lected, secret silent cries,

My heart it tears asunder at the pain I know you've felt,

And I wonder at your strength, at your ever steady self

How have you not broken? how have you survived?

Why did those cruel demons, ever tell such lies?

How could you believe them, amazing as you are? 

And yet you still did make it, you made it oh-so-far,

What I would give to have such strength, to live and still... be yours

I see how you are broken, I see the cracks and tears,

I see the shattered pieces, I see the lasting scares,

Yet theres one question that I have, one burning soulful need,

I can see you,

 the broken you,

And the parts that still are whole,

My soul can see the truth in yours,

but can your soul see mine?

I love you, please do know that,

And I'll always be your friend,

But ...

My dearest... friend, my dearest one,

I wish for you to know,

That I am broken, though not like you,

So please let me inside.