My heart receives all the pain, so great nothing could subside.
No thorns that scratch me as I walk could equal the pain of my heart.
No jagged stones that stab my feet could compare.
No fire that burns me to the blackest black could match.
No wild beast that eats my flesh could come close.
No crows that peck out my eyes could make me blind to the pain.
Even being trampled by horses would be a relief if it took away my heartache.
For my heart is my internal torture.
