Precious

     Hold my life in your hands

     as if it's made of glass

     And I'll do my best not to

     break.

 

     Catch my tears when they fall

     like they're made of diamonds

     And I'll try to be

     strong

 

     Carry me through the struggles

     as though I were a child

     And maybe I'll clean up my

     act.

 

     Love me unconditionally

     almost as though I were precious

     And I'll forever wonder

     why?

Author's Note

It's been forever since I've written anything, I'm obviously out of practice :)