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Feb 2014
The sound of her broken heart
is all that we could hear.
It weeps it's delicate tones into the distance
only to echo back as an ominous whisper.
Is there nothing i can do?
I search for something to hold on to
something that will help pull her out of the darkness.
Alas, i find nothing.
If her heart were a machine
I could repair it with a turn of the wrench.
If it were a cloth
I could sew it up, good as new.
But her heart is a heart.
Once it is broken, it is near impossible to repair.
but try i will
for then her heart will stop weeping
and it will sing as an angel
ringing a beautiful melody throughout time
and space
Written by
Freddy Young  Odessa, Texas
(Odessa, Texas)   
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