I lost my heart like a helpless string
It couldn’t tune and it couldn’t sing
And the decay of its note was lost in the sound
Of its own end being slowly unwound
I lost my heart like a worn out reed
I was not the source of joy to you that you are to me*
If I sing you a song honest and plain
Please sing me your sweet refrain
I lost my heart like a helpless string
It snapped under the weight of everything
The ends both frayed but the orchestra played
It left me lost and that’s where I stayed
I lost my heart like a broken bell
And it’s actual sound I could not tell
But speckled green the brass rots
Dull and vain the blood clots
Give me something real
And sing me your sweet refrain.
I lost my heart like a helpless string
It couldn’t tune and it couldn’t sing
And the decay of its note was lost in the sound
Of its own end being slowly unwound
I lost my heart like a worn out reed
I was not the source of joy to you that you are to me
If I sing you a song honest and plain
Please sing me your sweet refrain
She holds me in an endless daydream.
* = Spoken by the Prophet Muhammad to his wife Aisha.
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