My Twenty-Third Chance

Trying to believe in forgiveness that I feel incapable of...

Could you hold your hand out now
After all the times I refused to hold it
Will you love me somehow
Take my heart and try to mold it.

Can you hold me close to you
Even though I’m tired and weary?
I can see your eyes—the clearest blue
Though mine are bloodshot and teary.

I want you to kiss me
You said I was the one.
Try not to miss me
I’ll try not to run.

Will you look past every flaw
All the things I said were wrong
Make it as if you never saw
I was weak but you can make me so strong.