Broken
I have a place to go.
When the world turns cold.
And the ground is covered in snow.
I have someone to hold.
Thanks to you and God above.
I have my babies to cuddle
And shower with love
In my arms they can huddle.
You may have hurt me
and left me broken
But now I am free
And no more hurtful words will be spoken.
So thank you for the things you gave
My two boys with hearts of gold
For they are the ones who saved
My broken soul.
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