Oh, broken soul,
why do you cry,
'cause he no longer
dries your eyes;
what good is it
to carve a path
from eyes of love
to broken heart?
Why should you weep
when love is lost,
if keeping it,
was such a cost
to your sweet heart
that holds such pain
'cause he is gone,
but words remain.

Oh, broken child,
you must not cry
for love so lost,
was meant to die,
if he could scorn you,
turn away,
and leave you torn
apart this way,
why would you
want his hand to dry
the tears that fall
from longing eyes?

Oh, broken heart,
release your pain,
and mend the parts
he tore away,
with sweetest lies
and softest touch;
betrayal hidden,
in his love.
Oh, sweetest sigh,
you swept away,
the words I spoke
to make him stay,
but unknowing
he could not obey,
my heart he broke,
and threw away.
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