Lonely Heart
Speaking with the sun and moon
Gazing up the stars With stunted hope Tears biting and pilling with pitted heart.
First came the sun With it shining smile But pitted heart refuse to smile.
Then came the moon With it gushing hope But pitted heart gushes with tears
O' miserable plights! Pitted heart asked bitterly What is it for me? What is it with me?
For love stood afar. With an arrow Pierce For what is love? The heart is love.






