Take us back in your heart !"

On one hopeless and breathless day,
my tender heart's pieces lay,
in the debris of the life game,
where each piece was calling my name,
pleading-'With you we'll make a start,
Take us back in your heart !'

One piece had mother's warmth,
The other had friend's care,
One had a listening ear,
The other had so much to share,
Crying together, all apart,
saying-'With you we'll make a start,
'Take us back in your heart !"

I offered it all to HIM, my divine,
He just gifted me a silver thread,
Which ran through each of the tiny,
It gave them their real bread,
They started glowing together still apart,
singing - 'With you we'll make a start !
Take us back in your heart !"