A womans heart is a precious thing
More valuable than gold
Once it's taken it can never be returned
But most men choose to let go
Men don't understand the damage they can cause
When entering a womans heart
It's as if pain is foreign to them
Like the wounds they leave won't scar
"Move on" they say with callus voices
"For I have done just that"
Yet the love we hold in our precious hearts
Won't allow us to be like that man
We hold on to the past with a stagnant grip
Crying when songs are played
Hoping one day that he will come back
With sorrow upon his face
We miserably wait for the man that stole
The most valuable part of us
Only for us to turn around months later
And realize all that has been lost
My heart goes out to each precious heart
That has been affected by a man
Cassy, my friend, we will be alright
This was not part of God's plan!
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