Sharp Edges

 

I need protection from life’s sharp edges.

A genuine bodyguard, not empty pledges,

They’ve left me an empty, pitiful soul.

Jagged edges pierced a hole,

Left a void where my heart should be.

Fill that hole and look after me.

Take me places I’ve never been.

Show me everything I’ve never seen.

Fight off their barbs and piercing spears.

Take me aside and dry my tears.

I need protection from all sharp edges.

Save this soul from all false pledges