I would do it, you know-
hold your heart with mine,
if I could

But I don't know
when it got so heavy.
The edges are so sharp
and my hands always quiver.
If I dropped it or cut myself,
then we'd both be lost.

Though if you would like,
I could ask my Father to help you.
He lives nearby and I promise He
wouldn't mind a bit. Really,
He's got mine too. You thought
I carried all this on my own?