Treasure Island

Carl Leiland

(03/06/1982 / Wichita, Kansas USA)

Ballad of the Broken Heart


Standing on one side of the bridge
You on the other
Burned at both ends
of the times we spent with one another
As the bridge slowly crumbles apart
A melody starts to play
The Ballad of the Broken Heart

Reminscing of a secret love affair
Wallowing in the pits of despair
This isn't the ending
Its a brand new start
As a melody begins to play
The Ballad of the Broken Heart

For a wounded heart time does not heal
Only gives it a better conceal
In the beginning like a flower our love arose
To end this chapter
The book will close

From within, the music will start
Hail! Sing, sing aloud to the melody
The Ballad of the Broken Heart

Submitted: Friday, March 26, 2010

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