Where do broken hearts go?
Does anyone know?
Do they wander somewhere all alone,
In a restricted zone.
Perhaps in a coffee shop they stay?
Admiring people who come their way.
Do they look at the stars in awe at night,
Wondering when will everything be all right.
Do they just go with the flow?
Aimlessly living each day with woe.
Perhaps they stay in their homes all day,
Pushing people far away.
Wherever they are,
No matter how many their scars,
I hope they heal,
And tranquility soon they feel.