The end of the innocence,
the loss of faith,
in life and love and trust
and the proverbial happy ending.
Trying to rediscover,
some dream that I once knew,
and believed so deeply in,
and held so close to heart.
Batteries on the recharge,
but how many life cycle be left?
Two, three, one, none?
Time will tell, but how much time?
Each day that passes wasted,
can never be reclaimed.
Each sweet precious day,
hour, minute, moment, wasted.
Maybe an x-ray be in order,
just to see if my heart is still there,
and if it is at all,
just what kind of shape, it in be?
And sometimes I think
the Tin Man is the lucky one.
With no heart, none can be
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