My Heart Is Empty
Today my heart is empty
My thoughts are vacant too
Just like a fallen tumbler
Or a dranken jug of brew
Like a bottle to a drunkard
And the glass upon the stand
Like a promise to live better
And a lonely begging hand
Like a well that ran dry
Or a tasty jug of rum
Like a bucket with a hole
Or a beating kettle drum
Of baggage and of clutter
Of darkness and of gloom
Like a freshly painted closet
Like a neat and tidy room
There’s lots of precious love in there
And understanding too
But they don’t take up any space
There’s lots of room for you
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