Broken, torn apart
Shattered and battered
A very true opposite of a once whole heart
Like a dream
Yet a reality
What was once held so dear
Has escaped into the thin air
Why? how? for what?
Endless questions
Yet no answers
'The end of the road is here'
Its all that rings in the head
But what about this pieces?
Till we throw them to the one who cares
They will remain only but pieces
He cares,God cares
He knows how those pieces hurt
Take them to the repairer
Fixing is sure
Those pieces can be put together again
Into one fine WHOLE
[This is dedicated to the broken in heart. . . Psalms 147:3]
Written by Alice Asuquo
Shattered and battered
A very true opposite of a once whole heart
Like a dream
Yet a reality
What was once held so dear
Has escaped into the thin air
Why? how? for what?
Endless questions
Yet no answers
'The end of the road is here'
Its all that rings in the head
But what about this pieces?
Till we throw them to the one who cares
They will remain only but pieces
He cares,God cares
He knows how those pieces hurt
Take them to the repairer
Fixing is sure
Those pieces can be put together again
Into one fine WHOLE
[This is dedicated to the broken in heart. . . Psalms 147:3]
Written by Alice Asuquo
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