Mending
A mighty hand reaches inside my chest,
stretches out it's fingers,
and takes my heart within it's grasp,
and squeezes till it bursts.
A gentle hand reaches inside my chest,
with mending tape and glue,
it patches up my heart until,
it's almost good as new.
I ought to know by now that broken hearts will heal again.
But while I await that gentle hand with the glue and tape,
the pain,
the pain,
the pain.
stretches out it's fingers,
and takes my heart within it's grasp,
and squeezes till it bursts.
A gentle hand reaches inside my chest,
with mending tape and glue,
it patches up my heart until,
it's almost good as new.
I ought to know by now that broken hearts will heal again.
But while I await that gentle hand with the glue and tape,
the pain,
the pain,
the pain.