Broken heart, one more time.
Pick yourself up, why even cry?
Broken pieces in your hand.
Wonder how you'll make it whole?
You know, you pray,
This can't be the way.
You cry, you say,
Somethings gotta change.
And mend this porcelain heart of mine.
Someone said "a broken heart"
Would sting at first then make you stronger.
You wonder why this pain remains?
Where hearts made whole just to break?
Creator, only you will take this brokenness
And create it into beauty once again.....
