A broken and torn heart, crushed by the weight of a broken trust
Your words were silver and your promises were gold, but they are now
nothing more than hollow echoes.
Faith’s hushed mutterings have faded to silence
In a once-loving garden suspicion has grown
For you I sacrificed everything; I let my guard down
Your uncertainty has left a permanent mark on my emotions.
When the nightingale sang it was clear and beautiful.
A lament for a lost love plays now.
And yet even in the midst of suffering a truth emerged
In the deep core of the heart, all wounds are healed.
