I stand with my hand held out My heart layed gently in my palm It has been broken It is cracked in places It has its bandages from hurts yet to heal I must admit that It isn't the most perfect of these varieties But it bares it burdens of pain Like a chest of medals I can't say it is a daredevil I am not out to get it broken again But none the less I am offering it to you You will have to be gentle with it Because there are sore spots, There are chords that can be struck That may cause old wounds to open again But it will serve you faithfully Don't worry about it leaving you Because it has no where to go Don't worry about it betraying you But it has no reason Don't worry about it going to someone else Because it wants so badly to be yours Will you take it? It will cost you nothing All it needs is hope Will you take it, my love?