these arms can't hold your swollen heart,
but how i wish they could.
our arms won't hold our swollen hearts,
but hands much stronger would.
i used to hope that my embrace
could calm each trembling bone,
but that was ne're my task to face;
my love is not my own.
we'll never mend with lids shut tight,
so please, unhinge your eyes.
and leave the darkness for the light,
to break those gnawing ties.
these arms can't hold your swollen heart,
so now, just hold it still.
our arms won't hold our swollen hearts,
but hands much stronger will.
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