I had a heart which hungered for
love,
Yet it was never been filled.
Everything inside it was just
emptiness,
It was never been filled.
I had a heart which hungered for
love,
But it stayed empty and hollow.
No one bothered to fill it with
love.
It stayed empty and hollow.
I had a heart which hungered for
love
But it became full of wrath-
mixed with hatred and bitterness.
My hungry heart was already full,
But it was fed with more rage.
And so my poor heart had burst,
And all its contents poisoned my
body.
All that wrath disfigured me slowly
into something I don’t recognize
anymore.
All that wrath disfigured me slowly
And that is how I came to be.
But with every act of love I see
around me,
I thought my heart still skips a
beat.
It was gone yet still hungry for
love-
I thought my heart still skips a
beat.
