• Like leaves on a shedding tree,
    A broken heart falls piece by piece,
    Prolonging it's suffering.
    As you can not tell the sun to be less hot,
    Nor can you tell rain to stop pouring,
    On the account of a broken heart,
    You can only shield it from as much pain as humanly possible
    No one can control the feelings of their own heart
    Or put their suffering on a shelf as something to be remembered
    The heart and soul carries it with you forever
    Clutching onto something that once was, and never will be
    Holding onto every memory
    Whether it be sad, or happy,
    Our hearts never let go
    On the accounts of a broken heart
    Our sorrows go beyond the human eye
    And past the depths of what others feel
    To know some ones pains as they do
    You must understand their heart
    And to understand their heart,
    You must first understand them
    On the accounts of a broken heart,
    Comes great gifts of mystery