Untitled: Bitter

My heart has a little tear
Given to the wind
And the wind smiled
And the wind was torn away

I was then a tree stump
Silent, confused, unchanging
With eyes bleeding with hatered
I curse my wretched roots

By distance and bad luck
My heart flows far away
With a smiling wind
Bearing a gift and jacket

I wish to be the wind
To be carried on leaves
And to leave my wretched roots
I wish to have my heart back