The Cry Of The Lost Heart

The Lost Heart

And then one day,
She wiped her tears away.
With blood in her hands,
She walk past through that broken end.

Unsteady gate she stood,
She decided to leave for good.
With strength in her wounded feet,
She strode the darkness of the street.

She knelt down and opened her arms,
The stars started to dance with charm.
She cried to the Lord,
"Lead me to the place where my heart be healed."

In an unknown place,
Her brokenness been embraced.
Alone may it be called,
Finally, she found her lost soul.

Scars may still be clear,
Beautifully engraved for her to wear.
She maybe an image of a girl with a lost heart,
But strived to death to find her broken part.

-SweetRose0320-

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