A flower wilts beneath dark shade,
and life, it sinks to sullen art.
A tear flows down ... sorrows pervade.
A wreath of thorns lies in my heart.
Dark clouds entrap the sky in gray
~ they form before soft showers start.
Again, a tear must drown my day ...
A wreath of thorns lies in my heart.
Within these hours, the world has cried,
and earth in tears has torn apart.
A golden mask would fail to hide
the wreath of thorns within my heart.
The sun now beams amid dark clouds
in vain to make my cries depart,
yet still, my soul's in tearful shrouds.
A wreath of thorns lies in my heart.