o wounded heart
your suffering has brought tears to my eye
your story aint anything
but a fable that you had to cry
you were the safest in your shell
but your first step into this world
was into a depe mire called hell
neither did the plunderers forsake you
not did the looters overlooked you
your bad luck never abandoned you
nay the grief left you
o wounded heart
your suffering has brought tears to my eye
your story aint anything
but a fable that you had to cry
the dark meadows never let joy shine on you
never did the shade of sadness left you
the waves of depression never swept you aside
nor did the valleys of pain forbade you to enter
the clouds of betrayal never left your skies
neither let showers of love dampen you
your frail spirit was noble
but purity has its price
u had to end yourself
in nothing but painful cries
but purity has its price
u had to end yourself
in nothing but painful cries
o wounded heart
your suffering has brought tears to my eye
your story aint anything
but a fable that you had to cry
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