There are more hearts
My mother, God rest her soul
Why did He desert me
Ever what it's like when you're shattered
That can't be mended
Alone again, naturally
Reality came around
Cut me into little pieces
Alone again, naturally
And when she passed away
Where people are saying
I was cheerful, bright and gay
As I did on my own
I truly am indeed
In my hour of need?
Looking forward to, but who wouldn't do
What do we do? What do we do?
And visit a nearby tower
Despite encouragement from me
So badly broken
I cried and cried all day
For if He really does exist
All about God and His mercy
And without so much as a mere touch
Will throw myself off
To think that only yesterday
Left unattended
It seems to me that
She had ever loved had been taken
No words were ever spoken
In an effort to make it clear to who
Broken in the world
Alone again, naturally
Leaving me to doubt
I promised myself to treat myself
I remember I cried when my father died
And at sixty five years old
Never wishing to have cried the tears
Couldn't understand, why the only man
Leaving her to start with a heart
No point in us remaining
And climbing to the top
And what ever else that appears
Left standing in the lurch, at a church
Now looking back over the years
My God that's tough, she stood him up
May as well go home
But as if to knock me down
The role I was about to play
