The Tale of a Heart that wouldn't Heal

                                             Once someone put a hole on my heart,
                                             I patched with cotton wool but it didn’t last,
                                             It was too soft and the tears ran right through it

                                             Once someone put a hole on my heart,
                                             I patched with wood but the fire burned fiercely
                                             In the depth of its core, and the patch became ashes

                                             Once someone put a hole on my heart,
                                             I patched with stone and it was all right for a while,
                                             but the heart got tired of missing out the melodies and one day grew cold

                                             Once someone put a hole on my heart,
                                             I patched with vengeance,
                                             and it got dissolved with the bitter taste of the acid

                                             Once someone put a hole on my heart,
                                             this time I patched with forgiveness
                                             but the hole didn’t close because the wound wouldn’t heal

                                             Once someone put a hole on my heart,
                                             I finally healed it with understanding and self-love.
                                             In my old age my heart still beats strong.