My heart is crushed beneath my breast
I cant complain its done its best
Though most valiantly did it fight
Nonetheless it fell from the light
The light of love in which it did bathe
Has paved the path to its grave
The strain was too much, it snapped in twain
Because it could not bear the pain
Nought is left, but pitiful shards
Its survival was not on the cards
And with its death so am I lost
But for my hope, this is the cost
