
A few words of suffering Makes an entry to the stone heart With the purpose of tearing it apart An ensemble of emotions Accompanied with tears Makes every word an enormous rock Like the one, which doesn't move But slowly breaks that stone heart A fragile sympathy is then born From the womb of unresolved conflicts The mind falls into a treacherous trap Where the shackles of insecurity Slowly embraces the nerves of the brain Beware of this Fragile Sympathy It's a slow poison that will engulf your good soul Making it fall prey to the evil intentionsAll Rights Reserved