But love never dies and it slowly acts,
By passage of time the wall is cracked.
Love continues its repeated hammering,
The crack is widened in a broad windows,
A love song once again, sweet murmuring,
She looks at her own dancing shadows.
She snatches the hammer from her heart,
Widens the windows in an open door,
Before going out see her dressing art,
‘I am still beautiful, can dance on the floor! ‘
In the arms of another broken heart,
Smiling, dancing, dreaming a true mate,
God! Bless her with a flower, not a thwart,
Change her heart and change her fate!