Why? My heart is broken on Valentine’s Day. I’m just going to stop the blaming, every year I sit on top of my broken heart.
Why? My heart is broken on Valentine’s day. When I should be notice on this special day.
Why? My heart is broken on Valentines Day. Looking around at everyone else smiles, balloons, big teddy bears, big boxes of candy. Yep, not me.
Why? My heart is broken on Valentine’s Day. The disappointment so bad, I’m sitting on top of my broken heart. Oooo, what do I say, nothing.
Why? My heart is broken on every Valentine’s Day. I’m no mail order bride.
God create me, I’m beautiful, wonderful made in His image.
Why?
Why?
I have wings, now I can’t fly. Why my is heart broken in half? Now I’m hurt, and sad, On Valentine’s Day.

My Soul waits in silence for God only. He can fix a broken heart.

The Teacup Ministry Inc.