Hearts are fragile,
And often broken,
Hearts are fragile,
With feelings unspoken.
Hearts are gentle,
Until destroyed by lies,
Hearts are gentle,
Until the good man dies.
Hearts are beautiful,
And often mistreated,
Hearts are beautiful,
And sadly, often defeated.
Hearts of many colors,
No one knows all its feelings,
Hearts of many colors,
No one can know its inner dealings.
Hearts of shattered glass,
Heart of a broken mind,
Hearts of ruined glory,
Hearts of evil at its shrine.
Hearts of many colors . . .
I Wish more hearts were raised to be kind.
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