Mend my dear heart
Mend at every corner there will be a better car parked than
the one you’re in.
Mend my heart there will be a good looking roaming eye kinda
fella, you not his first stay away from him.
Mend my heart I could have promised you that it was going to
be OK but it won’t you will always want more, you are a heart. You just want
what that other girl has. That will never be enough.
Mend my heart you will have a family one day. It will be
nothing like the mixed one you had. It will be what you make of it.
Mend my heart those Facebook and twitter feeds are not
always true, some of the happiness they preach about is put on. You are no
different, FAKE IT TILL YOU MAKE IT. Or don’t fake it at all.
Mend my broken heart, he will always say he’s here but when
you need to be fed his ship will sail. There are other lands he must see. More
sights to sort after.
Mend my poor heart some will come to steal your joy, you
will give it away anyway, very often, the well that you collect strength from
will still be there, it’s not going anywhere.
Mend heart of mine mend, the bible is your tour guide. Mend
because the book holds the gems of life drape your day with them daily you will
be the best dressed every time all the time.
Mend heart one day all this will make sense, I promise you
it will.
What you need to do is be the best you, you can be. Wounds
will be reminders. Failures will be lessons and you must see the forest for the
trees. Never forget who you are. You come from the abundance of nothing and
have made it regardless.
