A fleet of wounded hearts,
mangled, beaten and broke,
wander helplessly through life,
not knowing who to trust,
or even where to go,
simply hurt, shattered and broken,
this sad little fleet of Wounded Hearts.

Wounded Hearts lay all around me,
slowly fading away, withering painfully.
Knowing not how to fix it,
they keep the wounds fresh and open.
Ne’er seeking to mend their,
sad little wounded hearts.

Fresh wounds made every day,
more upon the already existing.
How much can these wounded hearts
take? Bitter hearts tear the loving ones
to pieces and ne’er do they run away.
Yet, Stay and face the pain and hurt,
for whatever reason their hearts remain loyal
to that which hurts them,
hoping for relief.

Instead I beseech the fleet of wounded hearts,
“Follow Me, I will show you who can fix you.”
My Father, He lovingly made you a heart,
and people have destroyed them,
pray go to him, that he might mend them,
make them whole again,
it is his wish and desire to see you whole
once more,
and reduce the fleet of wounded hearts,
to none.