Don't open your eyes just yet. I still haven't figured out a way to fix your   name in the sky. So while you stand there with your hands over your eyes and   a smile on your face, I'll wish I had all the right words to say at just the   right times - words to fashion your regrets into the snow you can't help but   loose to the sun. So now I bare this burden; to mend every wound in her   heart, piece back together everything she's lost, and somehow make her   realize she is beautiful.