I Wait For You

Tell me your story, and I'll tell you mine.

Mine is ugly, and dark,

but maybe yours is too.

Mine is full of agony, pain, and frustration,

a tale of bloodied hands and battered hearts,

but maybe yours is too.
Mine still hurts when I tell it,

words of wounds that have yet to heal,

but maybe yours does too.

Share with me your pain, and I'll share with you mine.

Mine still keeps me up sometimes, 

but your weary eyes speak of the same troubles.

Mine tells me I'm unrepairable, 

but your heavy shoulders speak of the same despair.

Speak to me of the strength that you have found, and I will tell you of mine.

Mine puts my trials to shame, 

tell me yours does too.

Mine has turned it's face to see the light,
maybe yours has always seen it.
Mine is patient, ready to try again,
maybe yours is too.