If

If I could reach into the recesses of your saddest sorrow
If I could protect your trembling soul within my scar worn hand
If I could reinvent your yesterdays, remake your tomorrow
If I could divine that sacred place to take our stand
If I could tell you that loft of essence story,
convey such courage to embrace, exult you free
If I could move you into who you’re meant to be
If I could revoke the spell to blind
If I could blow clear your fumbling mind
If I could
I would recreate eternity
into a poem
into a home
just for you
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