I took my heart from soul and held it in my arms
i wanted to keep it safe, protected from any harm

one day it slipped from my hands and hit the ground hard
there i saw the first crack, the first of many scars

i scooped up the fragments and began to mend my heart
then down a road so long, this moment was the start

as i grew my heart dropped more and collected many tears
and as my agying mind grew they got harder to repair

unable to keep my heart safe i gave it over to you
you were a better keeper, and this was all i knew

then one day you come to me, with your soul on show
and told me that you had to leave, you didnt want to go

you handed back my damaged heart and left with no goodbye
my eyes do not know the sadness, for its my heart that
cries.