Heed my voice dear mind,
Paint it as it was not as you wish it were,
Don't hang jewelry on the dead,
Don't wrap a silk on the horror.
Heed my voice dear heart,
I know you feel deserted by all,
But instead of thorns and blades by your side,
Isn't it safer to be alone?
Heed my voice dear me,
I've seen the scars that you have.
They don't make you a broken good, ragged and unworthy,
But beauty marks attesting you can truly love.
Paint it as it was not as you wish it were,
Don't hang jewelry on the dead,
Don't wrap a silk on the horror.
Heed my voice dear heart,
I know you feel deserted by all,
But instead of thorns and blades by your side,
Isn't it safer to be alone?
Heed my voice dear me,
I've seen the scars that you have.
They don't make you a broken good, ragged and unworthy,
But beauty marks attesting you can truly love.