"Broken Heart"

Wild storm of frozen frost
Bowing trees in winds fast
Indifferent eyes of lovely host
Unfriendly regime of raining drops

Nowhere to hide nothing to stop
Scattered sails and broken mast
Hopes are gone and war is lost
I bleed I bleed and die at last

Listen O Listen! My skylark
Why you left me in such a dark
How could you ignore my door knock
While you danced on enemy's harp

Tell me!Tell me! O Holy craft
You could have made soften heart
Of such a marvelous piece of art
Broken Heart am Broken Heart