She lays at night, feeling the pain
And tears streaming down her face
If only the heart has its own mouth
It could have been screaming.
Oh, Sadness! Why do you come
With the sharpest knife of the past?
And here you are stabbing her to death
And then she bleeds forever.
How fragile can a woman’s heart be?
That you keep on breaking the broken
‘Til the pieces turn to sands of glass
And the sands carried by the wind of time.
A cut so deep she can’t bear
You left her not with only one.
A shard so sharp she can’t hold
Yet you left her with shards of hope.
She lays at night, pale and dead
From all the aches and bleeding
How can she breathe when buried alive?
And she sleeps there with a broken heart.