As if my heart has roots which have been torn
I need protection for my tender skin
I wait in starless darkness for the dawn
My eyes are heavy and I am forlorn
I’m wounded yet I’m willing to begin
Repair my heart whose roots have been so torn
My energy and purpose have both gone.
My skin does not protrct;it is too thin
I wait in starless darkness for the dawn
The world seems different now my love has gone
I have no loving arms to lie within
Nor repair my heart whose roots have been so torn
It’s I who am now different ,of love shorn.
A harlot who gives love to anyone
I wait in starless darkness for the dawn
My eyes gape like black holes bereft of sun
Shoot me,God, with your own devil’s gun
For my heart has roots which have been torn
I wait in starless darkness as holes yawn
