What was shown to you like glass beating in my chest, breaks that like of glass

Delicate is my heart, and it must break

In your hands my soul, why must you take?

What gleams and shimmers must dull

And what warms the soul now shivers

Heartless?

Well now you have what once was mine

I told you to hold it close

Is close just enough to shatter?

Melting like a snowflake in the heat of time

The tears fall down like rain, a pit and a patter

Blood stains the hands that once have held my heart

Hollow is the chest and once more the chill doesn’t warm even amongst the chatter.