Missing Pieces
We do, too, consist of parts,
Of memories, of broken hearts,
And just like this enchanted bone,
We must seek out what is our own.
For when we find the pieces true,
The ones that make us me and you,
Our eyes will light up just the same,
With power fierce, with burning flame.
So take your time, be patient, see,
The puzzle of your destiny,
And like the skull with horns and fire,
Your truest self will thus transpire.
- littlebitspace