• This heart.
    So weak that I want to weep,
    it pains my chest very deep.
    I don't know how much pain I can keep,
    this heart just keeps beating.
    Slowly, painfully, sometimes warmly.
    I want warmth in my heart.
    From the very start.
    But I hid, I hid.
    So no one could make my heart colder...blacker.
    This heart was weak...
    It felt as though it was going to sink.
    But it just kept beating.
    Slowly, painfully, sometimes warmly.
    Which i wanted at the start...
    This heart....
    Wants to be warm...