Scarred hearts are often cheated
True love, and like a lame dove,
They fall hard from an ancient heaven above,
Having flown only once before,
And what then is in store?
Only a crowded bed, by a lonely wounded *****
Who ignores whistles off the street;
Sunken, broken men at her feet.
‘Stand up boy! You’re a drunken deadbeat
And can’t see what true beauty
Is.’
Stricken down, he never knew
The life that could’ve been
His.