Take my heart again,
it's not much left of it
but it's all that I have.
It's bruised and chopped
it's stretched from every part
and nothing left for you.
How can I get the pieces from all over
I have no strength to stick them all in one.
I pick up from the ground piece by piece,
the shards I broke
I wish I stuck them back again.
I take them in my hand
and raise them up to you;
bring them to the Cross
and still I have a little faith
that it's only you
to put them all together
and make my heart anew.

  29.03.2007
© Sabina Rosca