There’s a shattered, broken part
Of someone’s rent and dying heart,
Bring hammers, nails and screws to use
To repair, not worsen or abuse,
That broken part,
That dying heart.
For today I had played a part,
Turned uncaring from that dying heart,
For I in unfairness, brazenly used
Words in anger and words abused,
And broke a part
Of that dying heart.
I learned then to never play a part
Breaking or creating a dying heart.
I found a chart of many glues to use
To repair things broken and abused
To fix that broken part
Of a rent and dying heart.
Learn to never in anger burst apart
Or shatter or break a dying heart.
Learned I then, no tools or glues
Or none else can be ever used
To full repair a broken part
Of a shattered dying heart