Cries of My Heart
I used to think I could do anything,
I didn't need anyone
I didn't care or love.
I never had the will to live.
Then, I met her.
I met an angel in hell.
She smiled at me,
Sold me a flower,
So delicate and beautiful
And my heart cried.
When we met again,
I knew that we were meant to be
Her flowers, her very soul
Saved me.
And I knew that if she ever left me,
The cries of my heart, would never cease.
So, then,
as the crystal floors were painted red,
And I held the most delicate being in the world,
My heart cried
High and loud and I knew,
There would be no comfort for me.
Now I live alone.
I don't want anybody or anything.
I don't want to care or love
Because I can't even live with the
cries of my heart.