The Bleeding Heart

The bleeding heart
Whose wounds would not heal
Whose pain would not cease
Whose cuts would not seal

The lost soul
In her story she has no part
Forever she'll search
For her lost, bleeding heart

The bleeding heart
And it's trail of red blood
Will wonder the earth
Through stone and through mud

The lost soul
Will wonder not seen by the eye
But not far away
More souls follow by

The bleeding heart
And it's thick trail of red
Holds words left unwritten
And things never said

The lost soul
Will never find
Her lost bleeding heart
She feels no more, so she doesnt mind

The bleeding heart
Has touched many lived
Has seen many faces
And heard many lies

The lost soul
Never opens her eyes
She never did know
There was blue skies

The bleeding heart
Is ever the same
It cant stay the same colour
Or own the same name

The lost soul
Never has felt a thing
Never touched crisp, fresh leaves
Or heard a bell ring

Together they'll wander
Through earth, wind and fire
And do anything
From kill to inspire.