When you want, I am ready.
Please take me, I am near mended-
no longer loose and ready
To catch on anything in the way, and jagged as such;
Roughness and sharpness, from your tongue-
out with easy and little but sung.

When you are, I am ready,
I have made a vow-
so here I stand steady:
Lost and lonely, but not alone,
For I know you will come around
and greet me unbound.