We have a heart and we dont have consolation, where do we have sorrow and we dont have sorrow?
From my heart, the story of my present has been trampled upon, all my hopes have been trampled upon, the world is alive for me without you, the gorge of my heart is the glass and your heart is the stinger, the story
of my present has been trampled on by you, the world without you is the prison for me, the gorge of my heart is the glass and your heart is the sang.
