• There is no shelter in my battered heart, no love, no kindness, no change. The love of my life has killed my soul, and stomped my heart to death. I'm tired and battered and all torn up. My life the dark abyss. with tattered clothes and a stolen heart, I walk the endless road, but what isto becomeof me with noo love in my home? Misery burns me from the core, as I'm forced to walk on, with torn out featherson my heavenly wings theres no longer a use to fly.