((Verse 1)
Downtown storefront, faded sign, paint peel'in' off the wall
Sunbeams peekin' through the grime, where shadows softly fall
Inside, a world of yesterday, stories left untold
Trinkets waitin' for a home, more precious than pure gold
(Verse 2)
Among the trinkets, chipped and worn, a treasure hides from view
Looks like a throwaway, past its prime, nothing left to do
Broken, battered, seen its share, of battlrs it weathered through
Yet a tag hangs, blue ink bold, a message shining true
(Chorus)
Priceless in the right hands, precious in the beholder's eye
For the one who understands, it'll beat all the rest you'll find
After all, this second-hand heart of mines been stolen time and again
Smashed and crashed, stabbed and jabbed, scarred, bruised, missing a piece or two, it's been through, but in the right hands and with the hands of time it can be like new
(Verse 3)
The tag it reads, with careful script, "Needs tender, patient care
Gentle eyes, experienced hands," a love beyond compare
This broken, shattered, dusty thing, nearly given up the ghost
Holds a spark, a flicker faint, a love that matters most
(Chorus)
Priceless in the right hands, precious in the beholder's eye
For the one who understands, it'll beat all the rest you'll find
After all, this second-hand heart of mines been stolen time and again
Smashed and crashed, stabbed and jabbed, scarred, bruised, missing a piece or two, it's been through, but in the right hands and with the hands of time it can be like new
(Bridge)
Some may see just broken parts, a life that's reached its end
But love can mend what's torn apart, a heart can learn to bend
It takes a special kind of soul, to see beyond the cracks
To find the beauty deep inside, where love forever lasts
(Chorus)
Priceless in the right hands, precious in the beholder's eye
For the one who understands, it'll beat all the rest you'll find
After all, this second-hand heart of mines been stolen time and again
Smashed and crashed, stabbed and jabbed, scarred, bruised, missing a piece or two, it's been through, but in the right hands and with the hands of time it can be like new
(Outro)
Yeah, in the right hands, it's like new… this second-hand heart of mine, it's not half kff or marked down for a quick sale....it's value is far to high...but so fragile, anymore rage great or small, and this tarnished treasure..may finally die
