Oh how they have torn me,
They have burned the bridges to my heart,
And yet I keep my head high,
Even if inside its my heart that dies,
They ask me to trust,
They ask me to open,
But how do I manage after the many times,
I have been broken,
Holding on to the fact that I must live,
There are to many that need me,
I cannot allow my pain to selfishly,
Take over me,
So this graveyard that is my heart,
Must rest,
And I will get up from the sodden ground,
I have been sitting in,
It's my time to straighten my shoulders,
And move on,
Maybe then my heart will rise,
From the graveyard,
And beat again