A Healer's Folly - Jordan Reyne

I found you broken and full of thorns

Your chest half open, your mind half yours

With bloodied hands

I weeded out your shame

I washed you clean, I hoped you could be whole again

For I was young and

I thought I knew such things

How hope could heal, how hurt could

Scream or sing

But still I never asked you why you’d fallen so

I hoped for more than bones to mend

More that muscle that grows

Till death do us part

Till death do us part

And spring it was, her beauty makes you drunk and blind

We traded rings of gold I hoped

Would make you mine

But gratitude and love, they grow two different flowers

The fruit of one is sweet, the other

Poison sour

Till death do us part

Till death do us part

And human hurt is a shadow waiting

To swallow those who seek the shade

And hide from burning

Till death do us part

Till death do us part

Oh I am grateful for

Small mercies

The way the colour drains from winter

From bitterness, and from me

You never looked me in the eye

Till harvests eve

We shared our bitter fruit

We left the way God lets us leave

Till death do us part

Till death do us part