A sad refrain as tears depart A word remains that I can start To map the borders of my heart And change the channels that I chart I'm not complete but feel the heat As pavement seals me to the street Immobilized I realized Misjudged the situation's size Though seasons change and seeds may start The beauty of a broken heart Cannot be seen but in full view The colors can come back to you A love supreme, an ancient art A finely tuned piano part That plays its notes from stop to start And hinges on a broken heart Though seasons change and seeds may start The beauty of a broken heart Cannot be seen but in full view The colors can come back to you Effortlessly gliding down the spiral headed toward the ground Of radiance arriving much too soon Humbly acknowledging the thoughts inside increase my slide The grade is what propels me to my room Though seasons change and seeds may start The beauty of a broken heart Cannot be seen but in full view The colors can come back to you --