Fixed. Broken. Mended.

Patience has never painted 
A more beautiful picture
And I've covered it to never see
A blank face

So still I sat, hating all it was
A black-ragged priest stepped into our room
And seemed more of a ghost
Than to confess my sins

Thank you's are found
But this is my honest lie
Intentions kept me wanting more
I was everything you weren't, so I thought

Battles aside, because I can't win
But still the reward is mine
These muddy hands have given me
The clean slate that I need

Life is a second chance
So here I go again
With the ever present patience
That I never had