It's dark and evil.
And lost and shattered.
And to the four winds.
The pieces were scattered.

I don't know what happened.
But it's long gone now.
Maybe it ran away.
I cannot remember how.

I broke it and bruised it.
By the end it was cracked.
It was black and blue.
And then it packed.

My poor soul.
Up and left.
Hurt by the years.
If pain for which it wept.

Abused by the world.
It didn't know what to do.
My broken soul left.
Before I could find you.

It was already dark.
But now it is gone.
My broken soul left.
Singing it's sad lost song.