If I had it all over to do again I would never left my heart out there. I had a second chance and I would never want a third. At times I don't know whether it is better to be replaced or just forgotten. It seems the to replace is the quick cure for a broken heart. But that will not happen on this end. You have to learn from the past not run from it; just put it behind you, and so I did. Shameless to me all I have now is a forgotten memory and name. O lord this what I have become. With the namesake involed the pentance is being paid as I feel it through out all my viens. Nothing more than a chapter to turn, let alone burn. So let the ashes of yesterday fall where they may. Then the sins of today will be washed away. All that is left is a tired broken old soul, and I don't care about this anymore.