The heart is fragile, like a glass,
For it's a beautiful thing, with such a beautiful past,
But when it breaks, it often leaves us with endless feelings of pain,
It's the pain, that often leaves us without a sense of purpose, and without a name,
The heart is fragile, like a glass,
For it's a fragile thing, with such a fragile past,
But when it breaks, it often leaves us with endless feelings of sorrow,
For it's the sorrow, that often leaves us without a sense of self, and without a tomorrow,
The heart is fragile, like a glass,
It's a fragile thing, that needs our gentle touch,
It's a fragile thing, that needs our patience, and our love,
It's a fragile thing, that needs our care, and our trust.
The heart is fragile, like a glass,
It's the most beautiful, and yet the most painful thing in our life,
But through it, we find our strength, and our purpose,
For in love, we find our meaning, and the light of our life.
