The Story

Broken

Once there was a girl,
A girl who was broken,
She felt alone, like a hollow stone
With nothing but the dark
Left only with her aching heart
She began to search
She picked among the rubble
She dug and scrapped around
Weary of the endless trouble
She left and stopped her search
After all,
She looked and looked
But could not find
A single heart like hers
Was she not searching hard enough?
She wondered, was she blind?

I am here to tell you friend
She didn't look that close
For in every living being
There is a troubled heart
You may end up as she and I
But...

What you do is up to you
It is for no other.