We have all lost pieces of ourselves along the way
Some broken and discarded, some stolen, others forgotten at end of day
Parts taken, pieces missing often leave scars or a hole
We cling to remnants of a damaged soul
There are pieces we give to others that live and some to those long dead
Part of ourself given as a gift, a piece of us spread
When you give yourself to others, give your best piece, the one you most cherish
What you release, you will never miss, that gift of your piece will never perish