I have scars on my hands,

from touching broken people.

I have scars on my heart,

from loving injured hearts.

I have broken pieces,

which will not heal.

I have an injured soul,

which still loves too much.

My heart can’t pass by

A broken person’s soul.

I care too much,

I love too much.

But your soul.

Your soul I will never regret.

I can give you my heart,

And I trust it will be in good hands.