Where do broken hearts go?
A heart, as delicate as a flower
A heart, as beautiful as a May shower
A heart, yearning for love
A heart, singing like a dove
Shattered in two, the heart no longer breathes
Oh how it searches frantically, for a kind breeze
Deep in the midst of sorrow and pity
Lays the heart that has been treated so bitterly
Waiting for the time to big up and grow
Oh where, Oh where do broken hearts go?