If I had a shell
I was sheltered inside
Would you break it apart
and open it wide
And if you broke it in two
would you cradle my hand
Take my arm in yours
and help me to stand
Or would you gather my shell
all broken in two
And fix it back up
with some grit and some glue
And would you take it along
to be by your side
Preferring my shell
to the me that's inside.