No Hemorrhages

I was trying to grow flowers in our darkest parts 
Soften our hardened hearts
But I guess I made it worse instead of better
Therapy is in the eye of the beholder
Absolution, the mind of the beer holder 
And hemorrhages in the hands of God 
Your blindness still baffles me
Why can’t you see what I see
An honest grace
Quiet intensity
Courage in the face of things that would bring lesser men down
Even as we lay there and compared the scars on our skin 
Tried to figure out what was sutured in
And what was just floating in the wind
I guess all is well that ends
because you won’t let me do anything you can’t fix
And neither will I