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Heartbreak Heals the Broken

When you met her she was dancing,

In the clouds to a soft sound.

All the years she tried to please you,

Weighted her down to the ground.

There’s a vision that she see’s,

As she paints behind a door.

A melody she’s humming,

As she dreams upon the floor.

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Hold her now before she leaves.

Tell her all you left unspoken.

Let her go when morning comes,

Sometimes heartbreak heals the broken.

~

Can you see her dreaming?

Do you know she’s holding back?

Will you take her hand to stop her,

On the day that she will pack.

Can you see sir that she loves you?

Do you know her loves a crime?

She has calmed the heart inside her,

As she’s followed you through time.

~

Hold her now before she leaves.

Tell her all you left unspoken.

Let her go when morning comes,

Sometimes heartbreak heals the broken.

~

A shadow left where light once was.

Did you see when it was dying?

If you ask her, she will wait.

She’s all used up and yet she’s trying.

Will you beg her not to leave?

Her fight has turned into submission.

Tomorrow’s dawn she fears and yearns.

A life anew weighed with contrition.

~

Hold her now before she leaves.

Tell her all you left unspoken.

Let her go when morning comes,

Sometimes heartbreak heals the broken.


All my love,

~Kat

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