Inter My Heart
Another tale of a broken heart.
Inter my heart in hallowed ground,
It’s just no use to me anymore,
The girl I love has found another man,
And my heart stopped beating as I watched her go.
I cried real tears, so many tears,
My head is pained when it thinks of her,
And my soul has an urge to fly away,
And all my thoughts are so disturbed.
I stand here looking at the old gallows tree,
And I think of the poor souls who ended there,
And I wonder if they felt as sad as me,
As the noose stole away their dying breath.
I feel so lost like a condemned man,
My thoughts are solemn, dressed up in black,
And the hood I wear over my head,
Holds my thoughts forever in the dark.
I find it so hard to face the truth,
I can’t understand why she should love another,
For the rest of my life I’ll weep like a child,
That’s the morbid forecast for my future.
I hear her name whispered on the wind,
I feel her breath as I walk through the mist,
I see her face by the light of the moon,
The pain she caused me I will never forget.
Lord, please take me away from here,
End my pain and let me suffer no more,
I can’t get her image out of my head,
And I can’t go on living without her.
So please inter my heart in hallowed ground,
It beats no longer and is deadly cold,
It’s turned to stone and is black as night,
And it’s just no use to me anymore