Do you remember what it feels like to break? The nearly audible shattering of a naïve heart?
Funny though it sounds just the same as the gut-wrenching cries of a stitched-up heart. New hearts, old hearts, doesn't matter. Once they slip, once they touch the ground, They all sound the same.
They sing a melody of sadness with a monotonous harmony. They sing until all they have are raspy voices calling out for healing-- Some ease from this unbearable nothing. For an easy second, day, But the time is never enough.
They hold on to the Hope Talked by those who don't understand. But anything will do, has to do.
So a separate they, turns into a bold I. As I come to You, With my pieces, my nothing, desperately. I come head down, You call for me to lift my eyes up To You. One final break brings me to Your peace. I can still see the scars, Still I ache. But it's alright, because You said "it's finished" and made it all right.
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