My heart aches out
Going to funerals of the broken
It weeps for them inside
Unfitting and different
Lonesome dark
Finding way through twisted path
Curves and corners
Hills and Valleys
Rivers and lakes
My heart aches out
To those on the broken path
But yet better to once love and lost
then to never love once more
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