You found me broken and picked me up my wings had been torn my face had been bruised but most of all my heart had been shattered into pieces and left on the floor I had hit rock bottom yet again but an angel swooped down and picked me up you mended my wings and washed my face but most of all you took my broken heart and put it back together you noticed that I was still missing parts so you took them from yours and made mine complete and now we are one heart beating in a rhyme of our own