Bandaid on a Bullet Wound

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A poem in song form.

Written in the thick of pain, from a soul learning to heal, and held together by the hands of God.

This isn’t just a song. It’s a confession. A cry. A turning point. When I tried to patch my wounds with silence and distractions, He met me in the middle of the mess — and turned it into music.

"Bandaid on a Bullet Wound"

I stood among the wreckage, lost and torn,

stitched my heart with silence, weathered every storm.

You had walked through fire, scars you tried to hide,

yet somehow, you still stood open, arms so wide.

With you, I saw what love could be,

but the past still held its weight on me.

I called it healing—wrapped my bruises,

placed a bandaid on my pain.

But the damage ran too deep inside me,

some wounds you can’t restrain.

You were never meant to save me,

never meant to hold the knife.

I needed hands much stronger,

to bring these bones to life.

And so He tore the bandage, let me break,

wounds once hidden had to weep.

Maybe love was never meant to wait,

but some things cut too deep.

If I was given just a moment,

just a taste of something pure,

maybe He had to take it from me,

so my heart could first be sure.

Not for you, not for another,

but for the man I need to be.

Love can’t grow in broken places,

but now… I believe.

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