Whirlpool

Worn down formal clothes

i'm tired,
      My hands are tired and forgiving
            My eyes are tired from crying
                My legs are tired from kneeling

But i'd take you back,
     Id let you use me once more
          I'd lend you my water and food for supplies even in my time of drought.
I'd allow you to ruin my kingdom, my temple.
For I wouldn't mind praising you, I wouldn't mind forgiving your mistakes, I wouldn't mind kneeling on bruised knees.
Because when my mind grows dizzy,
           When my throat goes dry
                     When my vision blurs
                             When my knees burn and my legs shake
You'll be there, looking down on me like the sun would.
Caressing my skin and lifting me from the ground.
Nourishing my broken soul once more.
For nothing can compare to the injuries you can't see
My body is just a dirty mirror for all the things in my mind, in my soul, and in my heart. You'd see it, and willingly you clean my mirror, right?