My heart is hurting, and I know the cure
If I rip it out, it’ll heal for sure.
It’s useless to me where I am, here
It’s not like I use it, without you near.
I’ll place it, beating, into a box bright blue
I’ll send it by first class mail to you.
In bright red letters, I shall write on there:
Here is my heart. Handle with care.
he was sweet
he was kind
he was charming
he was blind
he was tall
he was broad
he was perfect
he was flawed
he was smart
he was strong
he was carefree
he was wrong
he was done
he was through
he was gone
he was you
he visto la guerra
he visto el hambre
he visto el fin de toda la tierra
y he visto el mundo, lleno de sangre.
pero lo peor que he visto en mi vida
— lo que mi corazón nunca olvida —
fue la cara, por lágrimas envuelta,
de una niña, pequeña y muerta.
I have seen war
I have seen hunger
I have seen the end of the entire earth
and I have seen the world, full of blood.
but the worst that I have seen in my life
— that which my heart never forgets —
was the face, wrapped in tears,
of a girl, small and dead.