I look at you with tears of time in my eyes
Because I see your head going down and even if I have explained to you that I am a war zone.
I fear you don’t understand what I mean
There are patches in every corner.
Dark scars in terrible shapes,
You’ll see how my roof tried to stay up but collapsed when he forced his way inside me.
You’ll see darkness, suffering & pain like you’ve never seen before
So when you say
Your words will be my cement,
Your kisses my wood
Your love, all the water & Equipment I’ll ever need
If the darkness is making you blind
And my pain too great to help bear
Let me continue mixing the little water and cement I have.
I’ll rather do this alone than to use your cement, and forever keep wishing I had more.