I’ve heard so many stories about you.
About how you came and saved the world.
How you transformed into more than just a face.
About how just like me, you fell from grace.
But you’ve slowly recovered.
Picked up the pieces and carried on.
Throughout life you’ve left a mark.
One that was tattoed beyond the skin.
And so you’ve gotten up so many times.
And every one was etched in your heart.
You’ve given so much for so less.
It didn’t matter, you could always pick up the mess.
I’ve looked for you within my dreams,
Hoping that day you’d do the same for me.
And even though I’ve spent so many nights at home,
I still believe one day I won’t…be alone.