Why does a sad heart lock away its feelings
Why is it so savage,
Why does a sad heart lack the art to express.
Why does a sad heart never cry,
Why does it love no one again?
Why does it isolate itself
And live a life in bane.
Why is it so savage,
Why does a sad heart lack the art to express.

Why does a sad heart not sing in the shower
Why does it takeover the mind.
It searches in the corners of its rooms
For a dream it cannot find.
Why is it so savage,
Why does a sad heart lack the art to express.

Why does a sad heart stay in pain
And live like a pearl in a nutshell.
Why does it wander in vain
Waiting to be soothed by love
That was lost and never found again.
Why is it so savage,
Why does a sad heart lack the art to express.

It speaks never of it scars
Those that,
Cut deep neat with a knife so sharp
It would tear a mountain and its skin of snow apart.
Why is it so savage,
Why does a sad heart lack the art to express.

While incapable to care for itself
It understands the ones in despair
Why does a sad heart not speak yet tell a tale
Not speaking a single word
It makes the eyes rain.
Why does a sad heart be so savage
Yet write poetry
And lack the art to express.