Pick up the pieces and sew them together.
Tell me the story of a broken heart,
that has been so severly crumbled to dust,
Like tobacco powder in an old woman’s hands,
Grinding the grains using her rough fingers,
That the pieces never see the light of day.
Show me the vulnerability of a broken heart,
when the days became dark as night,
and your soul is frozen over,
You couldn’t even remember how light looks like,
and your tears were all but dried up,
Tell me the tales of your broken heart,
When you learnt of the power of love,
So great and overwhelming,
It holds your life in its firm hands,
no escape, no redemption.
Tell me the tales of a broken heart,
when you learnt to get rid of the hurt,
Slowly but surely,
and smiled once again at the face of adversity,
You were safe, you were okay.