Wonder around with a broken Heart everyday Give us back all the words that we have said And all the dreams that are shared The withered vine that traces life Is but the crushing of the Soul
Once the Sun could shine And the Roses bloomed in discussion With the Rains sweet gift Life was one long summers day
Wonder around with a broken Heart everyday Can anyone be so cruel Not to notice that this earth dies screaming Please forgive broken love For she is selfish in design
The Heart is but a figment of imagination - perhaps ?