Once something is broken,
It's never the same,
The marks and the scars,
Show the horror it's seen.
The heart is a fragile thing,
This much is true,
It beats for every moment,
Be it just or untrue.
It's strength is ever-present,
We feel it in our day to day,
It holds the hurt and pain,
And pushes blood through your veins.
The heart is powerful,
This much is true,
It sees beauty and love,
No matter what you put it through.
-ASB