It’s not about being afraid,
Anymore-
That ship has long sailed;
It’s more about being cautious,
Of this world-
And the hearts now gone stale.
I remember being one,
Of the gals-
Innocent and naive;
It took me up by storm,
Whirlwind love-
The ultimate price, my heart paid.
I’m not broken, maybe bent;
A little wiser, maybe fierce;
But i’ve learned, do not mess-
With the stale hearted men;
They’re too broken,
To Be mend.
Hold your hearts, dear innocents-
You’re too precious to be messed
