Mender

Call on me, when your heart has healed
Because I don't need another broken soul
I know its hard and got wounds
And I know you're scared
But I am not the mender of your heart

Where ever you go, the feeling follows
The blackened sky, that never cease to weep
But you have hope, and you have dreams
Always giving up easily
For I am not the mender of your heart

Don't call on me, till your heart has healed
Or I will be another broken soul
For I am not the mender of your heart