<\3 A Word To A Broken Heart <\3
As the dawn breaks over the hill
Our hearts are held captive still
With a heart shattered into shards of glass
They appear for a moment as diamonds vast
This shard of glass, this broken heart
Was looking for a place where to start
Rather than its eternal fall
And destruction of it all
We were looking for a way out
But instead we were stricken with doubt
We were looking for a sacred path
Yet we were unable to do the needed math
Pain and misery is the master our hearts
For we were hit with a killing stroke, sorrows dart
It seems as life is over, only for it to begin a new
Who will be left standing? One or two?
One thing is for sure, the sound of sorrow is a beautiful sound
Sure it's the evidence of pains renown
But it shows how life has faired,
And how we all truly cared.
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