The Heart

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When I hear your soft words
I can barely stand
The pounding of my beating heart
And the coolness of my hands

The heart that has been broken
And shattered by the hate
Is now in your precious hands
And will meet its fate

This broken heart is healing
With soft words and care you give
And the glow that is around me
Makes me want to live

For tomorrow is another day
Of that I can see
With all your love around me
I finally can be free.

.....Bonnie Vincent


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