Berlin heart

Head and shoulders above all the rest,
you climb to the top of the list
my love, the strain on my shoulders
reminds me of the night when I first gazed upon
a face that makes eyes swell
with tears that just won't quell
this riotous beat of a heart
that can only feed on the darkness of
a hell below us overwrought
tearing apart our every thought
of hope to save one soul
a hope to make me whole again
down from a hundred to one, count
down from a hundred to one
Lord, pray that you bring us a sun tomorrow
out of a wedlock cosmo torn,
a place where healing starts,
holding a berlin heart