• I stand beneath a quiet crone
    A nearly lifeless tree
    Abandoned forgotten and sad
    It bears no leaves
    The perfect place to open my chest
    And drop my heart
    It hits the cold barren ground
    I shudder as it falls apart
    I tell the tree it has a companion
    That will always be faithful and stay
    That was the reason I let it go
    It had become a burden to carry around everyday
    I turn without a second glance
    From the disabled tree
    And whisper good bye
    To the heart that will never again beat