Crooked Heart

Deep inside the shadow of mourning Is heard a voice but of no words, A distant tug of midnight sorrow Lies the heart that cannot speak, It beats the envy and jealousy Of those from all around it, The scars that are hidden by a curtain That makes it a blur to all who pass, A twisted mind like a string Pulling to hard to control the night, Yet as reminded with the history of hurt The strength is too weak to tug, And by letting go to awaken the day This crooked heart is left in the shadow, Once again its life is a mystery Which disappears beneath the grief, As it dissolves into the bright horizon Left only to memory of those who keep, The crooked heart must only wait again Till the moon once more shall pull over the sun, Because at night is the only time When all are fast asleep, Than that is the only time At which the crooked heart must beat.