Been hurt once, and you'll never forget
You forgive, get sensitive
learn to learn from the mistakes
of the Blind Man cloaked by love
But never once trust the endurance
of the bluff beneath his bet
or the ground beneath his shoes
For one slip of either hand
marks the end of what he'd give
for that life you have to live
Alone in arrested darkness.

You were handed a key
And'd suddenly "stolen his heart"
And no jury would believe you
If you explained you'd very kindly
Tried to have given it back.
"I didn't break it," you promised
"I carried it around very gently!"
Some things are better not in their owner's possession.