I lost my heart one day at the fair,

I held it in my hand then next thing it wasn’t there

I looked for it high, I looked for it low,

I looked for it, but knew I had to let it go.

It might get broken, or it might get tossed,

it might get stolen, it might get lost,

but maybe, I wondered, somehow, I knew

it found it’s way back and, while gone, it grew.

Talitha Fraser