Are we broken like a wicker basket
With splits in woven twigs,
With wear from dedication, or perhaps
From burdened ribs?
Can we weave ourselves together;
Adding what we're worth with new
Pieces we have found, allowing
A restorative breakthrough.
Are we broken like a wicker basket
With splits in woven twigs,
With wear from dedication, or perhaps
From burdened ribs?
Can we weave ourselves together;
Adding what we're worth with new
Pieces we have found, allowing
A restorative breakthrough.