I hear her dreams when she thinks No One Will Listen
I look into the silence of her eyes so I can see her hidden vision
I know life’s pain has her staying guarded so in her heart she’s clinch fisted
Struggling to breathe because she’s drowning in this living
In all she’s giving until her heart broke now she staggers
Walks alone because she feels things now don’t matter
But after the pain eases you may learn to find your laughter
It won’t be easy but trust me the pieces of your broken heart you’ll learn to gather
So she asked a question I guess it’s a cliché “Where do Broken Hearts Go”
I told her the answer to that is unknown but life has shown that with time it can
Relearn to grow
Even though the tense sits on time
For the want to love is the lust in us which can easily blind
So free your mind let go of the past
Because broken hearts are also the cause of broken dreams they seem to go hand and hand
Don’t lose who you are to be who you once where, in that is something revealing
Because it’s the search similar to someone addicted to something, it’s the search for that first feeling
That first high or that first adrenaline rush so now you’re overwhelmed by the fear to trust
To seek out what you had but your feelings felt then will only be felt once
When is it enough and you start from the beginning
To restart is not the ending it’s the first step in your heart mending
So without pretending or without pretense
Let go of the baggage because one man does not represent all men
And when or if then you’re ready to move forward I’ll take position
I’ll be the man you need me to be…I’ll be the man who is me…I’ll
Be the man who heard your dreams when you thought No One Will Listen
