Fragile is my heart,
oh how fragile?
You can break it into pieces with your words,
you can make it believe things which aren’t true,
its an ocean without waves,
for the waves are the beats of the oceans heart,
its a house without a door,
Many broke in, no one walked in
its been left out in the cold,
for its been burned for a long time,
when the winds come back, it will burn again, the garden of my heart was burned long ago, i had a flower saved in my heart, it was burned long ago,
ashes on coal, my heart is
become the wind and take my ashes with you, for my heart was once a garden of roses, now i sit on whats left of it.