Though I am broken I am still breathing
I’ve lost my heart though it sill beats inside me
Like the distant drum of a battlefield spent
Put ‘your heart and soul into it’ they say!
But how many buckets do you pour your heart into
Only to have your soul seep out the leaky bottom
Time and time again
To have heart and soul is the essence of life
To have a vacant heart
Is the door left open to an empty soul?