OFTEN TIMES I WONDER WHERE TIME GOES WHEN IT FLIES
WHAT HAPPENS TO THE STRINGS OF THE HEART WHEN CUT
WHOSE TURN IS IT TO BRING BACK THE LOVE WE ONCE LOST
WHERE GOES THE SURGE IF ALL POWER IS ABRUPTLY SHUT
IF I COULD TURN BACK THE HANDS OF TIME
AND KNOW HOW TO MEND A BROKEN HEART
MOP UP BUCKETS OF THE TRACKS OF MY TEARS
I’D RUN UP EVERY SINGLE STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN
WHEN YOU FALL SO HARD THAT HUMPTY HAS EMPATHY
ONE MUST LOOK AT THYSELF AND PERFORM TRIAGE
YOU LET HIM HUFF & PUFF & BLOW YOUR GUARD DOWN
EVEN THE 3 LITTLE PIGS HAD A BRICK & MORTAR GARAGE
“HARK!” ONTA DON’T DRAIN YOUR CASTLE’S MOAT JUST YET
THE DRAWBRIDGE STILL WORKS AND IS NEEDED TO CONNECT
AT LEAST PROCEED WITH YOUR HEART’S ARMOR A PROPER FIT
NOT EVERY SUITOR IS AN UNBROKEN RUTTING HOUSE PET
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