A frustrated heart had heard mnay stories of the untold
of fields and valleys of gold
in which it'd never, ever grow old
A heavy heart of something that would make it light
and finally its prayers were answered one night
deeper down the hole,
realized body and soul
they saw the plot unfold
o' cruel one, what have you done?
o' cruel one, what have you done?
in your soft hands did you know you hold,
a heart that can't be bought with a love that can't be sold
for except with the look in your eyes
that blind it to all your beautiful lies
your warmth, its left me cold
your touch left a desert
your words have shattered all hope
left me in a palace of dirt
*four lines missing here----i lost 'em*
your warmth its left me cold
your touch left a desert
your words have shattered all hope
left me in a palace of dirt
a frustrated heart hears of many stories of the untold
of fields and valleys of gold in which it it'd never, ever grow old
a heavier heart of something that would make it light
bring a dawn to this endless night
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