Think of a heart.

A glass heart,

now drop it down..

Shatters to pieces.

Take a wooden box,

the shape of the heart.

Fit it in, it lays almost fit.

The heart lay fine,

but with cracks in ’em this time

Do it over and the cracks multiply.

Every time the pieces are swept;

puts ’em together in the wooden box. Every time the pieces are swept,

Every time the little boy wept, ’cause every time he’d loose few pieces of the heart.

Come one day, and its fallen over 10 times.

Now, the glass heart is a masterpiece,

but with cracks as the strokes instead of a brush against a canvas.

It still manages to shine beautifully, but with many pieces lost

It’s no longer whole…

One fine day, an angel walks in,

That day, a miracle was to happen..

The angel shines a light so bright,

it melts his heart and fuses the shards together

She moulds it together with cuts like a diamond,

and now the little boy stands tall.. With a bright shining heart of diamond

the one that he deserved for everything he’s done.

While he was in shadows,

the light that she gave,

made him whole again.

the light that she gave will.. everglow..

Last modified on 2020-09-13