She walks unto her fathers alter,
With a tear strickin face.
Holding forth her heart.
For him to mend up for her.
He reaches out his gentle hands,
And wipes away her tears.
Softly her pulls her close,
Embracing and kissing her forehead.
He places his gentle hands,
Around her broken heart.
Granting her comfort,
In her time of need.
Softly he whispers,
Fear not my child.
I will patch you up,
And take away your pain.
She becomes overwhelmed with peace,
And watches her broken heart.
One by one the cracks,
Each began to scar over.
He removes his hands,
From her scared heart.
Nods to her,
And says I love you!
