No amount of fire ash or light shall heal mine heart
For broken is he by the blade of tongue and sting of love
My life is crush my dream oppressed
I pass around in sorrow for the one I never truly had
Because for this broken soul a hug and a kiss and hold of hand
Shall just increase my time in thee guilty land
I watched from far and now far away
Only then did I see what lay in store for me
A lie and the pain of a broken heart
Quicken their pace for my time is closing
Let the pain be undone and the life be spared
Let the wise men try to heal a heart with fire and stone
Let the fighting boys try to heal it with sword
Let the religious ones try to heal it with life and serenity
But harken when I say that thou shall not try to heal what cannot be healed
To save what cannot be saved by the sword and the hot fires of old
Nothing can sooth this rousing pain
This turmoil that rocks and rumbles to face my dreams
Never again shall I listen to what I think I should say to get back my heart
A mistake I made when I ever did say
Now I’m sitting alone in my house until the day I die
Unless another one shall come on by
Alone then no longer my poor soul would be
Then finally I would be free
