She asked of my heart
   and why it beats low
I said there is none
   it moved far away

She asked where is my heart
   and when it shall return
I said it is in a small box
   in the town of Birmingham

She asked to have my heart
   or at least what was left
I said open your hand
   out poured shards of glass

She asked why my heart
   has been crushed and torn
I said don’t blame the past
   it was ripped by my own hands