Heart Broken

My heart is broken, Because your heart aches. Why dwell in pain? Don't you think you write in vain? As I look through the glass window and glance below, I see a garden that adorns, Yet its soul bears clinging thorns. There is a Keeper Who holds the keys To your freedom. The Keeper's there, With keys to share. Why don't you take them? His hands are open. He has has the token So that your chains are broken. Don't remain broken. His hands are open.