I have nothing left to give
My self is trembling on the shelf
Bare, having lost its wherewithal
Fractured walls, left open doors, exposed
Tracing the trail of hope
This catalyst of chemical reaction
Hold my battered beautiful heart
I set it on the doorstep of your home
Like an orphaned child waiting in the rain
The wind whips and takes its toll
Cold and damp has taken hold
The sun promises to shine
But it keeps on hiding behind the clouds
Joy must be waiting on the other side
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