For The
Monitors rhythm slows,
Seemingly Silent
No Sound.
For Your
Heart is broken
Seemingly beyond repair,
No Mending
No Reversing
the damage.
For Your
Heart is
Seemingly shattered,
Too many pieces
To locate,
Too many
Painful memories
For Amnesia
To terminate.
Though,
God says,
Dear child,
For I'll
Calm Your pain.
For Your
Forever Flatlined,
I'll restart
Your heart
Into a
New Season.
