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If it were just a minute,

to make things remain the same.

If it were not for limits,

that bring knowledge from the rain.

In it we seek the finish,

to bring closure vice the gain.

In this token for the broken,

for the broken know the pain.





The path we walk is foolish,

in these matters of the heart.

For the mutilation ghoulish,

once the organ's played its part.

If the resolve were not so brutish,

We'd have seen it from the start.

As this token for the broken,

for the broken are made smart.





It's all about forever,

this the prize that we desire.

The vision of us together,

and the hidden angel's choir.

But we settle for whatever,

hardly what we have required.

And in this token for the broken,

we now know love's burning fire.





It is without guile,

that we have been pulled in.

Love rarely starts out,

in the fashion that it ends.

It seems our constant wish,

as our gentle nature lends,

is to not give up our push,

and to try and try again.

Until we realize the dream,

of lifelong love that will not end.





So in this I will admonish,

please be careful and pay heed.

For the chase can be ironic,

and in the end you're left in need.

and it may yet astonish,

how much the heart can bleed.





So take this token for the broken,

it will give you strength to live.

Know that the peace is in the giving,

when the love is positive.

Learn to love without condition,

and even broken, we will forgive.