There once was a pain on this earthly crust,
The cause of my own consternation/consummation,
Pa**ioned by leaving the one true love,
In a far part of this nation.
There still is a pain in this chest of mine
Pulsating and aching so deep.
Beneath the fire of my open wounds
Bleed tears a-fore I go to sleep.
Like all winds blow in adversity
The circle is never complete.