Saving bind that stops the bleed

That stops the blood that would not cede

Wrapped around the gaping wounds

That cuts as deep as the lagoon

Hurt that never seems to quench

That buries you within it's trench

Ripping through the tender flesh

The woes dig in, the pains infest

Somewhere's a saving tourniquet

That borders like a silhouette

It stops the flow of bleeding tears

That have roamed free for all those years

If you just wait, you'll surely find

That special healing in due time

Don't give into this life's regret

If you have not quite found it yet

For it is real and it's out there

The tourniquet, of your repair