Follow your heart

Keeping in time, yet stiller than stone
You are my heart, yet the beat is my own
Though devoid of the will, I gave you wings
Allowed you to silently dance and to sing
And when your voice broke I mourned by your side
Glared at the celebrants, embittered by lies
Now when I weep, I weep by myself
No one to comfort me, no one to help
For the mantle of sin is one of disgrace
Tears track a line of black down my face