Where do broken hearts go?
I don’t know.
But I am sure they are on the path of mending.
I’ll draw the map if you let me…
You know, I’ll just draw the map.
There you will see broken hearts queuing for salvation.
They are broken…for a reason.
They know it’s time to mend.
Will you help or will you stand in their way?
They are broken because of you and me…
They stood by love and hope
And the same love and hope broke them,
As there was too much love
And too much hope to handle
For the heart of you and me.
Where do broken hearts go?
I don’t know.
But I am sure
They don’t go back to the ones who broke them.
They are safe.
They are mending.
They are in the world of broken hearts,
Where once or twice you and I belonged.
They are on the path of redemption…
Come, look at my map.
You might find your broken piece there too.
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