O heart of glass, o shattered soul,

My love, tell me, who hurt thee so?

Whose daggers stabbed thy tender breast?

Who broke thy heart of glass?

Thou wert a chalice filled with wine,

He emptied thee, called himself "thine",

Then raised his fist and brought it down

Upon thy heart of glass.

I picked thee up with gentle hands,

The wounds glass caused I did withstand,

My blood, sweat, tears, I used for glue

To mend thy heart of glass.

O heart of glass, o shattered soul,

I pledge to never hurt thee so,

I vow to never leave thee, and

To love thy heart of glass.