I hold in secret a pained heart's hollow
I took it with chagrin and received nails to swallow
Where sparrows cry and willows weep
Her flooded eyes have drowned rivers deep
She whispers tragic and her song lies bleeding
"Walk quickly past it, ignore the pleading."
"It will be sung out and wrung out 'til earth turns gray,
When dirt is ash and the sun no longer harbors day."
A mournful note, a cry heard tired
Without a tune, a spark, nor fire
This to every soul who hears it,
"Listless, meaningless, no point to revere it."
But I have in safe holding the nails I've been given
I know this melody, to it I have well listened
I've memorized it, mapped it, played it again and over
My heart sings along to this, so painfully beautiful
Music I have heard a thousand and then
In my heart it has been inscribed with a molten metal pen
'She Did Not Love In Vain'
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