““Her lips twitched when she quietly read. But if you fall I will be there To pick the pieces of your shattered soul “Shattered,” she murmured to herself. “Shattered soul? Isn’t that too serious? No, I think he will get it.” She continued to write. And put them back together I will solder them into a whole With the heat of my love I will stay. I will hold the time still.””
