So I saw, felt, and heard a heart break.
It wasn't mine, to much time has past to recolect such a feeling.
So I went on without an injury worth kneeling.  Stealing time from the inevitable.
My heart has stayed broken, and tokens I have spread holding the worth of my pain.
I have driven the opposite angry, spiteful, and disdained.  
Now I wish it was my heart that broke time and time again.
Its not that they're not wortthy.
  its just that I can only spread pain.