It Takes A Broken Heart To Know One It takes a broken heart to know one, that's why my narrow shoulder's wide, and provides ample room to cry upon, I know of the hurt that's deep inside. Right now, there's fog on the sunniest day, and just to move about's a chore. You have cried so much, so often, you wonder how there is still more. Now so called wise men, say the ache is not really in the heart, but that is sure where the pain is, and you feel like it's ripped apart. And sometimes advice pours in, and it's great to get others' support, but heartbreak has a course to run, and it is seldom, if ever, short. So for now, I give you my shoulder, for I know what you're going through. And trust me, it will, indeed, get better, I know, because I've been there, too. copyright 2001 by Roland Ricker