This poor heart is dead from pain
If I write this song it's because something happened to me
As time passes I understand
That my wounds go away
I see them but I don't feel them
You marked me and you're not here anymore
I wait as I wake up to heal
This poor heart neither so poor nor in pain
If I sing this song I do it for the feeling
Of healing myself in the celebration
As time passes I understand
That my wounds go away
I see them but I don't feel them
You marked me and you're not here anymore
I wait as I wake up
And I wait while I celebrate to heal
This poor heart with its house and its cane
That's danced without a lesson and it's true
I wait as I wake up
And I sing while I celebrate
That you're not here anymore