Where do broken hearts go,
When love is lost to time and woe?
Do they drift like autumn leaves,
Or sink beneath the endless seas?

Do they wander hollow streets,
Humming songs of past defeats?
Or do they find a way to mend,
To love again, to try, to bend?

Perhaps they never truly break,
Just crack and heal for passion’s sake.
For even sorrow holds its grace,
And love returns in time’s embrace.