When the heart is cracked, cut or broken,
Do not clutch it, let the wound lie open.

Let the wind from the good old sea blow
in,
To bathe the wound with salt, and let it
sting.

Let a stray dog lick it, let
a bird lean in the hole and sing,
A simple song like a
tiny bell, and let it ring.

Let it go. Let it out.
Let it all unravel. Let it be free
and it can be, a path on which to travel.

- A PATH ON WHICH TO TRAVEL -