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A Heart
I know a heart that's been broken
It belongs to the sweetest of girls
So many things left unspoken
In that head beneath those curls
It was ripped from her chest by a callous man
left to wither and turn to stone
but somehow her strength turned the tide
her resolve not to be alone
She summoned the will, reached out to the World
Not knowing what she would find?
Her quest is to find a decent man
an embrace and thoughts that were 'kind'.
So on this day, she offers one heart
still bruised where nobody sees
but still complete and given a start
Ready to once more be free
So be careful with this damaged heart
It carries the scars of a war
Do not toy with it if you are shallow
It's not a trinket to score
She does not offer this lightly
But a good man will win this prize
Maybe one day he'll be worthy
To see the love in her eyes.
It belongs to the sweetest of girls
So many things left unspoken
In that head beneath those curls
It was ripped from her chest by a callous man
left to wither and turn to stone
but somehow her strength turned the tide
her resolve not to be alone
She summoned the will, reached out to the World
Not knowing what she would find?
Her quest is to find a decent man
an embrace and thoughts that were 'kind'.
So on this day, she offers one heart
still bruised where nobody sees
but still complete and given a start
Ready to once more be free
So be careful with this damaged heart
It carries the scars of a war
Do not toy with it if you are shallow
It's not a trinket to score
She does not offer this lightly
But a good man will win this prize
Maybe one day he'll be worthy
To see the love in her eyes.
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