From one charred heart to another,
I seem to be doing just fine.
I've traded my ashes in for beauty,
and laid my sorrows down at rest.
No other heart could take -
the passion I have felt.
Churning in my soul,
causing me to melt.
The effect you had on me,
none the less, was small.
A few pieces chipped away -
and a few tears I cried each day.
Burdens now are small,
no fighting left to stress.
I seem to be much better now,
as abuse is laid to rest.
You've stolen my past,
but I've still got my future -
it's waiting for me right now.
And, I just know somehow . . .
These are the last words for you.
So, from one charred heart to another -
I seem to be doing just fine.
I've traded my ashes in for beauty,
and laid my sorrows down at rest.
