I was looking for shoes
Tomorrow night was the ball
With twenty two dollars
And not a cent more

I dug through the pile
Of second-hand shoes
Some broken or beautiful
Or worn down with love

Behind the stilettos
Something caught my eye
Not shiny or bright
But a second-hand heart

Patched-up sewn-up
Not treated with care
But it kept right on beating
Alive but alone

With my twenty-two dollars
And not a cent more
I bought my second-hand heart
To take to the ball

Not shiny or bright
No glamorous gleam
But it was my new heart
And it needed me

So I took my new heart
On the night of the ball
I didn't have shoes
But my heart mattered more

Scowls, sneers, and smirks
Greeted me at the door
They all picked and poked
At my second-hand heart

It was patched-up,  sewn-up
But beautifully mine
But no one could see
Past the scratches and grime

So I ran away
Fast into the night
As twelve tolls of the clock
Told me the time

When I finally stopped
And my tears caught up
I realized my heart
Was no longer mine

I screamed and I wailed
For my second-hand heart
Though patched-up, sewn-up
It had to be mine

Somewhere I'd lost it
It was abandoned again
All my screaming and wailing
Could not bring it back

But day after day
I missed my heart
Maybe someone had found it
And made it their own

Day after day
I have to hope
That my second-hand heart
Has found a new home

Someone must love it
And treat it with care
Because it was beautiful
Even patched-up, sewn up

My second-hand heart