It's a heart of mourning, joy, and sorrow -
emotions in a jar, that's amazingly hallow.
It's a friend of the widow, that stole away her heart
- -a forever love, pure as a dove.
But, it's dotted with red stains,
from the blood that's been shed. . .
it's covered in the darkest light,
since sins are but evil. . .
The laughs of the heart,
they could burn away your flesh. . .
and, the tears in your eye come from
- - a forever love, pure as a dove.