In my heart are many places
Cluttered rooms and empty spaces
Boxes crammed with memories old
Of broken china, bands of gold

Blank pictures that I cannot paint
Lyrics that my voice would taint
Music that I cannot play
And concepts that I can’t convey

Feelings so long unexpressed
And two large fledglings in my nest
An empty place where love should live
Hands filled with things they long to give

Sometimes knowings not enough
That things are rotten, times are tough
Most people come into their own
When hearts are given, never loaned

Dignity and justice go
Along with truth and love, you know
And disappear as life turns beige
Without a wisdom lined with age

These sentimental values rule
For not all is the gold of fools
And help to fill those empty spaces
For my heart is filled with many places