BROKEN HEARTS ***Where do all the broken hearts go.....
Wouldn't it be wise to know?*** On the ground do they fall_
at our feet in front of all
Or washed away with each tear drop_
at the very place,
Do they melt into the air_
do we breathe them unaware?
Are they returned to us again_
down inside the lungs therein?
So with every breath, we give__
is a chance for them to live.
A chance for them to grow_
so that all the hearts can show_
that love's light shines a brightly glow.
If hearts vanish amongst the flow of tears_
are they gone forever when the rain clears?
Have they withered away akin the waters of a stream?_
Are they dried away ere heat of day via sunbeam?
Are they returned to Heaven
as hot misty steam?
Are they the reason the sun dazzle and gleam?
Woe! If they fall to earth's hollow ground_
Their travels take the long way round!
They're crushed beneath our soles and feet_
And sadly crumbled in defeat.
We stomp on them, we jump and pound_
Oh how their weeps make terrible sounds.
As I walk, I hear one or two cry_
moans, and groans as they slowly die.
Was it's death a natural demise_
an accident, murder, or suicide?
A heart can be broken we can surmise_
so the death of it comes to no surprise.
take a handful of soil to mix and blend_
to help the hearts begin to mend.
Give it food, and daily water_
every chance to restore its order.
Shall it live on and shall it grow_
only the breaths of love are to know_