Broken to Be Rebuilt

Like the tide without its moon,
Is a life without her light.
She walks blind led by despair
To Grief and Sorrow's darkened layer.

Oh my God.
To lose your heart,
Is to lose your home.

When in youth she dared to dream:
That Love is powerful – Love redeems.
Undone jigsaw she's in pieces;
Puzzled by the picture she says:

Oh my God.
To lose your heart,
Is to lose your home.

Broken, broken; broken to be Rebuilt.



Credits
Writer(s): Kitt Philippa
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