Frown frost broken pane
Face cross question mark
Look lost question came
Those aches how they hark
Mist and eyes bleeding raw
Hope to hold the bind
Loves lost blood and some more
We look them in eyes blind
Yet how it plucks at those strings
Hearts hoping to yearn again
And we may hang onto broken things
Hoping that we can repair, when
We wander then in seach of love
Yet there it is, good enough