Broken Heart, For Sale

I have always been alone I have always been the lonely one In the corner, quiet and silent Inside of dreams to come So with determination I build and build and build Possessions compounding Wealth is the only scorecard I know Now, it’s amassed, and I have it all So with pride and confidence I do what anyone should I must purchase a possession of my desire I read in the paper of a sale very fine A Garage sale of many old antiques divine Within it all is treasure so very deep A broken heart of golden hopes I am not sure how one goes about Such a purchase, of infinite value I am succumbed with depression and sadness For all my wealth I have not the currency to buy this heart So I burned my money that very night I learned, there is another currency of delight I wrote words and music and poetic verse My Snow White she refuses to awake Even my heart at the bone it shakes Vaso the empty vessel of life Learned there is no currencies at all To acquire a broken heart