Wounded Poem by The Raven's Soul

Where is my heart it ain't on the floor

So I get up and look straight out the door

Who do I see With my heart in their hand

A smile crossed my face, my best friend

At first I was hopeful but did that all last

Nope I was wrong you gave it a gash

To you I would never lie, you can count on me

But apparently I'm just an annoying flee

I would trade my life so you could have yours in a second

But your choices completely my sorrow they beckon

So I find my life, My Soul shrinking shorter and shorter

My only comfort prayin to God in my minds Corner