• He opened my heart,
    And let the stale air run.
    He opened the curtains,
    And let the sun shine.
    He made me feel warm,
    With comfort and love.

    Then he tore me apart,
    And left everything undone.
    He emptied the pens,
    Spilled all the wine.
    Now all the flies swarm,
    None approach,
    Not even a dove.