Tender is the heart that breaks at night
when hurt will come and cause such ache
and sleep will never come to stop
the tears that fill the deep dark lake.
A kindly word could change things
but so rarely is it heard
it would show the pain is understood
but she never hears a word.
He lies there too in his own thoughts
not beginning to understand
they loved each so much one time
their life now is not as was planned.
But how very different it could have been
if only they had both spoken
it had only needed some kindness
and now both their hearts are broken.
Tender is the heart at night that loves
as it searches for its soul-mate
it needs to feel that it is cherished
before it suddenly gets too late.
Tender is the lonely heart
tender the lonely soul
pride can make you drift apart
but your heart will bear the toll.
©Joe Wilson – Tender is the heart…2014