A Whole in Me

These imagines will make rich and old of my soul
Pressing on my chest and never letting go
Words of the unfortunate grab and take hold
These imagines will make rich and old of my soul

The smiles and lies will make strong of my bones
Tuck stories in scars that I now call my own
The fears in my tears sprout the roots, now grown
The smiles and lies will make strong of my bones

Life it seems will make a man of me yet
These journal entries in pen, begets
And those that didn't want me, look back with no regret
Oh life it seems will make a man of me yet

But it's the ones who stay that'll make a whole in me
Fuel my laughter and feed my levity
Hear the products of my inspiration, see
It's the ones who stay that'll make a whole in me