Within my little basket, I carry bits and pieces, Of my shot down dreams, And broken hearts, Still looking to uncover the missing parts. As I seek for my perfect match, To finish my life long puzzle, I wonder if we'll ever find each other, Then I think, How can I love another when my heart is incomplete, First I must set off to find, The parts of my heart that have been left behind, Among the rubble of memories crowded within my mind. Mend some of my broken dreams, And try to find my reality, Then maybe I'll begin to see, Finding my love shall come with ease.