text: A sad refrain as tears depart
  A word remains that I can start
  To map the borders of my heart
  And change the channels that I chart
  Im not complete but feel the heat
  As pavement seals me to the street
  Immobilized I realized
  Misjudged the situations size
  Though seasons change and seeds may start
  The beauty of a broken heart
  Cannot be seen but in full view
  The colors can come back to you
  A love supreme, an ancient art
  A finely tuned piano part
  That plays its notes from stop to start
  And hinges on a broken heart
  Though seasons change and seeds may start
  The beauty of a broken heart
  Cannot be seen but in full view
  The colors can come b ack to you
  Effortlessly gliding down the spiral headed toward the ground
  Of radiance arriving much too soon
  Humbly acknowledging the thoughts inside increase my slide
  The grade is what proples me to my room
  Though seasons change and seeds may start
  The beauty of a broken heart
  Cannot be seen but in full view
  The colors can come back to you