She was at a time a part of my soul,
She was my all,
But she left a hole.

She took my soul,
And left me in awe
How could you think a parting gift should be a hole?

Now my tears can fill a bowl
Seeing our picture on the wall
And again, my death has taken its toll.

My heart was built in your soul,
Away, you took it all;
You threw me away like a coal.

I cherished you with my whole,
I gave you my all,
But you choose to be a mole.

Your love will remain in my soul,
Your picture on the wall of my heart shall never fall.
She was at a time a part of my soul,
But she left a hole.