Tent My Heart

Ohh dear! keep your hold

My heart behold

That's a story old

Anciently told.

Not a good

I feel broad

Left unharm and I stood

That much if I could.

Rest I told

Swift and bold

Change! If I would

Heart than my gold.

Help my knighthood

That guard in wood

Keep my mood

And heal my Road

Tent my heart

Till they restart

Brown in dirt

Up and down to earth.

Its all my fault

Deal that halt

Rotten in salt

And given unsolved.

Then I unheard

What I guard,

Still fit and bared

Life; that is spared.