I have this heart, but it\'s not mine,
I give it away, time after time.
Hoping for care, but finding ache,
Each time I trust, it starts to break.
Some come along, with smiles so bright,
Pretending to fix, to make it right.
Like hair or makeup, their efforts are vain,
Superficial touches, that don’t ease the pain.
Why do I yearn to feel desired?
Every soft word leaves me inspired.
Truth and lies, I can\'t divide,
These lessons leave me hollow inside.
My heart is torn, aching to be sewn,
In search of someone, yet unknown.
If she exists, I\'ve yet to find,
A soul to heal this wounded mind.
I\'ll be calm by then, as she finds me,
Perhaps the one, chosen by destiny.
God\'s hand guides her to my side,
The girl meant for me, in whom I\'ll confide.