A big black box with little red hearts
So full of loving, charming thoughts
Smiling eyes, lips that touch,
Fingertips searching one another.
Little red hearts have flown into the sky
Forever gone and far away
Like thick smoke whirling in the air
Blending with the fog of a grey dark day.
Little red hearts, dead and empty shells
Silent violins and soundless bells
Thoughts of brighter days
Enclosed in a big, empty case.