Hate to Break it to You

You can't fix everything that's broke
or write on paper that turned to smoke
a shattered heart at times won't mend
without the love it would die to defend

so listen up and don't think it's a joke
you can't fix everything that's broke
when even prayers won't do the job
we can only hold them as they sob

and whisper assurances soothingly
while knowing there's no guarantee;
you can't fix everything that's broke
whether splintered spirit, bone or oak

and if the part can't be replaced
a hard decision must be faced,
remember well these words I spoke
you can't fix everything that's broke.