Black hearted

I no longer have small feet to carry my happiness

Like my heart, they are bare and lonely now

I no longer have a small, smiling face

Even the tiniest joys have been taken from me

I used to walk through the streets, not knowing good from bad

Now, I look to see which black-hearted person will cross my path

I miss the happiness of mud splashing on my face

I search for the sweet pain of falling in childhood

I can't shrink myself and let time take over like

I used to I used to wander without looking at the clock, drying up my dreams

But since my heart has grown with pain, I can't do it anymore.