Heartstrings… a song

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HEARTSTRINGS

When she ran into the house

From school that day.

She went straight into her bedroom

Without a single word to say.

And momma gave her time

To cry it out.

She knew her heart was broken,

But she didn’t know just how.

 

Highschool it can be a cruel, cruel place.

Adolescence to adulthood

Friendships falling every day.

She likes him, but he no longer likes her.

She used to be my best friend,

Not my best friend anymore.

 

Then her momma said:

 

Your heart will heal…

So, dry your eyes…

Heartstrings, they can be repaired,

So, hold your head up high.

And if you fall

You know that I’ll be there.

To help pick up the pieces

And tune your heartstrings…

To find your love out there.

 

Momma, I can’t take this anymore…

She said, crying on phone,

While staring out the door.

With bloodshot eyes

Her world falling apart.

Alone in her apartment

How do I fix my heart?

 

This path I’m on just keeps breaking my heart down.

Relationships falling apart

With every boy I’ve found.

Momma, why can’t I find my prince?

I try so hard,

And get it wrong.

What is the consequence?

 

Your heart will heal…

So, dry your eyes…

Heartstrings, they can be repaired,

So, hold your head up high.

And if you fall

You know that I’ll be there.

To help pick up the pieces

And tune your heartstrings…

To find your love out there.

 

Time, it marches forward

And now she’s watching her girls grow.

Middle school and high school

Time no longer passes slow.

One day her oldest daughter

Ran crying to her room and to her bed.

Remembering so clearly

Momma’s words within her head…

 

And then she said:

 

Your heart will heal…

So, dry your eyes…

Heartstrings, they can be repaired,

So, hold your head up high.

And if you fall

You know that I’ll be there.

To help pick up the pieces

And tune your heartstrings…

Yes, to help pick up the pieces

And tune your heartstrings…

To find your love out there.

 

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Author: What Words May Come

Hopeless romantic; joker; father and grandfather; husband; sportsman; part-time writer;

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