the song of a bleeding heart

The clouds go by
In disarray.
A lonely mind
In troubles parts.
The world turns still
In solitude.
I sing the song
Of a bleeding heart.

I fell for an gem, so bright and fair.
It shone in the night, in moonlight glared.
Its voice was soft, it took me whole.
Its song so sweet, enraptured my soul.

I placed my heart in a foreign hand.
How could I quell my feelings' tide?
My heart, my soul, was taken whole.
How could I turn myself aside?

Though hope was high, and life seemed fine.
My heart was torn from that foreign hand.
For I was to see her walk away.
To take the arms of another man.

What coloured scarf hangs not on its paired coat?
What finished diamond on murky waters float?
What mare of wings to the world can convince?
What princess walks the streets without her prince?

I must have been blind,
For I had not seen.
How those arms entwined,
In hers had been.

What fair use to climb to the peak.
The rose had already been picked.

The clouds went by
In disarray.
This lonely mind
Now troubled parts.
The world turned still
In solitude.
Can you hear the song
Of a bleeding heart.


Notsnhoj