here in this room tonight
if there's a broken heart I can't tell
except mine, of course,
this heart of mine I hide so well.
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as my friends take up conversational slack
and talk of good times and bad
I listen with half an ear
coming to know other hearts, all broken and sad.
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at the end of the night
I walk out and know
we are all broken hearts
mine and yours, just so.
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we are all lonely, in our spaces
where we've all gone in secret, to cry:
just tonight not so alone
we smile at one another, learn to get by.
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in this room tonight
our hearts we hide so well
all broken but some healing,
trying, deep and aching, our stories to tell.
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we know each other and make an effort
in love and caring, each to the other.
we hope to heal all the sadness,
sharing, where before we wouldn't bother.
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I'm waking up and you are too -
so many times we've fallen and found hell;
soon I'll show you my heart
this heart of mine I hide so well.
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4 July 1996
