Dark shadows hinder his soul,Dance on his slaughter heart like coal.In search for light in this cold,But he cries out to Jesus,Like the strong waves along the beaches.  Broken hearted by many false beauties,With wicked schemes sweeping them like duties. Love is light he fights for, But he's always ends on the ground doubtful.   He picks his heart up in pieces,While bloody hands increases.Love is blood that sheds,Sometimes that can never be mend.  He wishes no more of underlying suffer,As he watches the wind with no differ, Only this time, a bit more stiffer. No longer giving a chance,He charms women like a trance.  With a fragile wound deep in his heart, In a poetic song,Remains the broken man, In his sorrow dance.