It`s beating for you

Sure,
It's been broken,
and damaged,
more than once,
but I can handle it.

Now,
it's mending,
well it's in process,
it's no longer stuck in a box,
I call my chest,
it's in your hands.

Every,
beat it makes,
it does for you,
the day it stops beating,
will be the day,
i'll stop living,
but won't stop loving,
you.

Now,
it's mending,
well it's in process,
it's no longer stuck in a box,
I call my chest,
it's in your hands.

Just,
remember I love you,
I always will,
I still will when it stops beating,
I still will when it stops breathing,
I will always love you.

Now,
it's mending,
well it's in process,
it's no longer stuck in a box,
I call my chest,
it's in your hands.

© Becky Baillargeon 2009