Open the hatch inside my heart,
From there remove the painful dart
That works where I am most distressed,
Remove it from my wounded chest
To your living heart convey
The dart and lift the door away,
Place the weapon so it drip
The toxin from the point of it
It is your gift to neutralize
The poison of which sadness dies,
Then replace the dart in me,
It will not seep so morbidly
The weapon in the heart of me
Of unforgotten memory,
But keep the dart a while before
The health of you my heart restores
