As Time Wears On

Time and time again I put my heart out on the line,

Handing the tender, fragile thing to the first stranger I can find.

Despite the fear I feel at this bizarre trust, my hope smothers the dread.

Yet, surprise I feel when given back to me, the heart is cold and dead.

Time and time again I put my heart out on the line,

Hoping that I will finally find one who will treat it oh so kind.

Over time the beating has slowed and the pain less hard to bear,

And I have slowly learned that I must try my very best not to care.

Time and time again I now keep my heart inside

And when it tries to leap out, down it must be tied.

I have become cold and bitter, my soul unfeeling,

For inside my chest I have a heart that needs healing.