...

Blindfolded and hands tied, it walked right by me, falling and getting up,
My heart.

There it was, exposed and barely breathing, for all to see
for all to mock
for all to point fingers at..

Throw stones at it, it deserves no better
for living a lie,
for loving a lie.
Throw stones and spit, hit with sticks,
it feels nothing anyway,
it might just as well die.
Only let me bury it with dignity
Right here, next to the road
So all that pass by can be warned
and never again tread the same path..

For this is the path of shame, where you hear no sirens or car
all you can hear is cry..