Come to me
For while you are broken and bent
My hands, though pained, seek to mend

Come to me
For while you are unsure and self-mock
I hold steadily atop a thin blue rock

Come to me
For while you you bleed out
I will catch your droplets and back to you re-route

Come to me
For while you dare not dream
I will disperse your thoughts up the stream

Come to me
For while you hungrily stare at the empty bowl
I will feed you from the depths of my soul

Come
And be one