We broke apart and my heart was so worn;
Into little pieces, my soul was torn.
Out there again, this time alone;
I promised you that I wouldn't phone.
Deep in my sorrow, my pain, and my fear;
I saw fragments of myself, so true and so dear.

I freely gave you these pieces for us to share;
I trusted you that you would open up and care.
But things ended and I lost parts of my soul;
These parts of myself that I must reclaim again to be whole.

And now is the time for the purification of my heart;
To reclaim myself, pure and innocent, like from the start.
To see my heart as fragile yet strong;
I've waited to reconnect in this moment for so long.
So here I am, with my tender heart in my hand;
And only I can purify it, cleanse it; no one else can.