A tear in an hourglass so slowly it falls a sorrow for every dream that lay shattered against the wall. So fragile is such a thing that withers in part what sadness she brings in broken heart Doth do we cringe bent on broken knee wounded in love wounded by thee Dulled is the sword that had swung with such force splintered is the shield but the heart injured worse All heroes are slain killed in passionate war every heart breaks to love nevermore