• It used to be pure, this heart of mine.
    You should have seen how it used to shine.
    It used to be happy, mellow and sweet.
    Now it's old, busted and beat.Now, this boy came along and I gave it to him.
    He tore off some pieces, he bruised it,and crumbled it,
    then threw it away in a sunken river.My tears grew time to time.
    Ever since then I've found it and locked it away in a safe place far away,
    but now that you found it,Everything is okay,since then on and on,I found a place to be thrilled with great joy and happiness.To be purified through time and time.