BROKEN
She carefully gathers the pieces of his broken heart
Carrying them home, holding them close to her own
She sits in her old rocking chair by the fireplace
And begins her attempt to mend the shattered remains
As she holds the pieces in her lap
She wonders how anything can be so destroyed
Such total devastation she sees
The tiny shards, at first, seem to be impossible to fit together
She fears that this heart may be beyond repair
But as days go by, her labour of love begins to fall together
Finding that she is nearly halfway done
She feels the joy of having done something to help another
As she works, she sings softly to the tiny cold heart
She tells it stories of her own pain and broken dreams
Soon she finds that her work is finished
And the beautiful heart now rests in her hands
But she sees that it still does not beat as it should
So she holds it close to her own to warm it
And fills the empty vessel with her own love
Feeling the the once broken and battered heart stir and warm
She smiles softly, knowing her work was not in vain
Back the coffeeshop
(My special thanks to Joy, from whom I *borrowed* this beautiful background from)
For those who want to know. The song is "Everything I do" by Bryan Adams :)