This poor thing all torn apart,
Who would have known that this would start?
This systemetic murder of innocent eyes,
What Witch did spread evil lies?
What once was beautiful, full of glee,
Now is torn, kept under lock and key.
What Witch did this to so pretty a thing,
And now keeps its healing key on ring?
This crime's too far, damage run deep,
People parted, and poison to seep.
It ruins this thing, poison and part,
This witch has painted diabolical art.
What was done cannot be undone,
And yet we cannot say the Witch won,
So this thing that happened must now end,
And I pray for this to mend,
This pitiful thing broken apart,
Please mend this Broken Heart.