woe to he who has a heart
the heart being a vast maze
a puzzle easy to lose one's self in
where ever one is to venture
he will always be lost
locked in a wall of gray mist
never to know the way
never to have a friend
never to have a light
to guide him on his path
always alone and always fearing
always to be without relief
for when the heart fades
he who is lost within the heart
will fade as well and be lost for all time
and never will that heart have life again