A child, a believer of love was she-
For that she spoke too soon.
Her heart so dear, so innocent
Her heart sings a joyful tune
Alas, was she betrayed
By the man who whipped her off her feet
Her cries, wield a promise
A cheat will always be a cheat
A child turned to a woman
Innocent to mature
Love is never innocent
One can never assure
