A broken hearts pain
Is agony of the worst
Twisting, searing
A tearing of the guts
...
If I would choose to end my time
On this cold endless sea
What manner of escape
Would my courage pick for me
...
Broken
A broken hearts pain
Is agony of the worst
Twisting, searing
A tearing of the guts
No peace. Never!
From the purest of aches
Gone is rest
From mans heaving chest
A broken hearts shame
Of fragility and blame
Never to harden
But dead to lifes beat