I am the Bleeding Heart,
Not the beautiful flower that shows natures art,
Tears rip my heart in parts
And now, my heart bleeds.

My heart bleeds,
As humanity weeps,
Weeping over her crushed seeds,
Seeds whose desire was to grow,
Grow and blossom with flowers,
Roses, Dahlias, Tulips, Hibiscuses, Lilies, Daffodils, Daisies, Plumerias, Carnations, Sunflowers,
Adding their awesomeness to the beauty of nature.
But now, what is left of these seeds?
They are crushed.

Crushed by the created,
The created man,
Man, what has happened to your conscience?...