Broken Stone

I saw a lil kid, running around smiling, giddy and proud
I heard through her heart cries of laugher, broken but loud
It told me a secret to keep safe and sound
And bury my promises somewhere to never be found

Then on a gloomy day, I saw the reflection of eyes that resembled hers
And remembered my promise despite my memory’s failures and blurs
Is her vulnerable heart a still blessing of joy?
Or has it fallen for the world’s sins of decoy?
Her heart that has once spoken to me, told me the secrets of its existence
But why did she let her heart succumb to the scars of pain’s persistence?
Why did she let her tears become a whisper to her eyes down the isle of sorrow?
Why did she let her faith become a memory that her past had opted to borrow?
Why was her breath an attempt to her survival that had tended to furrow?
Why was her love a mystery to her own heart that has housed a metallic burrow?

I needed her; I need to apologize to have broken my vow
What I have known in the past, shattered me in the now
Only betrayed my lil girl, my one self, my own…
To find my once young, vulnerable heart grown to be broken stone

June 9, 2009