Dropkicked heart
You’ll be okay
What’s a war wound anyway?
You’ve had ’em before
And you’ll have ’em again
Dropkicked heart
You know you’ll mend
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Dropkicked heart
Who can say
Why it is they walk away?
You know, you know
They’ll come and go
Dropkicked heart
It’s how you’ll grow
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Dropkicked heart
Don’t you cry
A waste of time to wonder why
Climb and climb
And rise above
Dropkicked heart
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Many times before you’re done
Many times before you’re done
If you walk with coat cast off
You’ll find the ones who’ll be enough
To keep you laughing everyday
You’ll cry out when they’re off away
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But keep on trying
Keep on flying
Keep on going
Keep on flowing
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One day you’ll be scooped right up
And treasured like a precious cargo
They will go as far as you’ll go
Help you heal forever and oh
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Dropkicked heart
You’ll keep the scars
But they’ll be stories
They’ll be ours
And sometimes drop-kicked hearts need hugs. *hugs Sara*
I was just thinking about you today, btw. We haven’t Skyped in a while…
*Squeezes back*
I know! Where is this year running off to?! How about next week after Easter?!
Let me double-check my calendar for next week. I’ll send you a PM once I do that. 😉
(((((Sara))))) A lovely poem. I’d hug you for real if half-a-planet wasn’t between us. I’m thankful, though, that you have wonderful friends in that faraway land. 🙂
Ah thanks Christina, that’s so lovely! Yes I do, and tis a beautiful place for a heart to heal.