The words that carry broken ends,
have their deal written,
She knew it well, as she stepped out
All her emotions all are happiness
set aside, she walks away from them.
Her eyes teary, her soul weary.
Where would she go?
oh where! oh where?
Among the bushes to hide?
Or along the tracks to die,
Her soul is thirsty, tired and lost
Her body aches,
Her pulse pauses,
She cries, oh! why?why?
Her delicate lips murmur,
her trembling hands, her pain, her eyes
knew no joy,
never did she know because
she was broken.