Pick up the shattered pieces
of your broken heart.
Each piece a memory of us
slowly drifting apart.
Together the pieces of our heart
fit like a lock and key. The door
has been opened and I've been
set free.
There are dreams my heart needs to explore.
I need to fit the pieces in once more.
Take the tools god has granted you, then
You'll know what to do in the future.
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