A little boy stood on a stool
he looked up and asked, Daddy, what tool?
that one, he pointed to a little red heart
but dad, that won't work to rip this apart
I know, but we'll need it 'cause this will be tough
ok, but I just don't think it will be enough

A little girl stood next to the kitchen sink
well, mommy, what ingredient next do you think
this one, she pointed to a little red heart
but that will make this separate apart
I know, but you just need to trust your mother
but mom, that ingredient doesn't fit with the other

A young man stood and was punched in the face
later dad asked, what tool did you use in this case?
this one, he pointed to a little red heart
but dad, I just wanted to rip them apart
I know, I told you that this would be tough
ok, but I still don't think it was enough

A young woman stood and was called weak
she came home and mom asked, with what did you speak
with this, she pointed to a little red heart
But mom, it felt like they ripped me apart
I know, I told you to just trust your mother
even when turning one cheek and the other

A man stood and waited unnerved
thought of dad’s tools, the purpose they served
he knew that the tool for this job was his heart
even if it ended with it all torn apart
he knew that this job would sometimes be tough
but he knew that his heart in the right place was enough

A woman walked full of nerves, a smile on her face
she knew what ingredient to use in this case
she knew the ingredient was her open heart
and she hoped it would never get torn apart
she had trusted and listened to the words of her mother
now it was time to give her heart to another

A mother and a father watched their children with pride
as one gave away and the other accepted a bride
they hoped that the lessons they’d shared were used
that those little red hearts were never abused
and so they watched as two hearts became one
the next step of the journey had just begun