From broken fragments mended with craft glue,

from letdowns and broken promises,

heart full of scars and mind full of doubts,

damaged feelings and never-ending insecurities,

blood, sweat, and tears,

trying to make others smile even when I couldnt, relighting wicks to make candles dance again,

Whos going to relight my candle?

Save me.

The purest are the ones who hurt the most,

the angels are the ones who stay pure despite the worst.

Rising from ashes, my heart beats to a new rhythm,

soaring to new heights, touching the sun.

No one is truly alone, nothing is meaningless,

my savior, my prince, my knight in shining armor.