If you pull out of breast the heart,
You will burn you arms,
It'll be crying with the blood,
Dropping tears through scars.
And nobody will understand
The pain inside.Except
The person who goes through that
And knows from what this pain's made.
He'll know this feeling inside
Of sufferings, pain, offence,
And that the happiness hides
Behind the durable fence.
You know, it's not a real horror.
You'll understand, you're not along.
And what the pain? - It's not eternal,
A lot of mines will be forward.
The pain of the heart
© Copyright: Ирене Голдрин, 2006
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