Tears of the Heart,
Wounds of the Soul,
The Blood of Life,
That is Life's toll.

When we try to love,
When we give too much away,
When we meet the wrong person,
That is our worst day.

The Tears of the Heart,
They start deep inside.
They well up and choke us,
We feel as if we have died.

Wounds inflicted by love-
They do not tend to heal.
We are burned and hurt,
But it's not just what we feel.

These wounds are the worst,
You believe you're all right.
And then when you next try
You find yourself starting to fight.

The wounds of the soul,
Like normal wounds, they bleed.
But that blood is one's essence:
When it's bleeding, that's death's seed.

The death of one's soul;
Instead of light, eclipse;
The death of one's will;
The Blood of Life drips.

Life isn't some movie,
You cannot rewind,
Beware of fatal mistakes,
And grant your love to the kind.