She took up her heart and put it on the line.
Then she walked away and left it for a while, thinking it would be fine.
She thought that everything would turn out just right.
But she soon found out that who she used to be is now out of sight.
What is this heart that rests in her chest?
Shes sure its not hers for this one has long been put to the test.
It was beaten and bruised, more than its fair share,
but she soon learned to love it, for it taught her not to care.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem