The beating of my broken heart, now chained and locked away, I hear much louder, through the night, than words we never say. As hollow kisses turn to dust and fall against my skin, I pray that I might find the strength to fall in love again. Abandoned innocence, stripped away, discarded on the floor. In the dirt, I bury hope that love leaves unlocked doors. I am held, though never cherished, yet to be made whole. My tears can wipe themselves away, but I must save my soul. Bare feet, run, lead me home, where I am Mother’s child, And toward the pale rose sunset for a pretty little while. If broken wings may carry dreams, and carry me to sleep, Take me far away from love and tell me what it means.