• I happen to have a black paper heart.
    That is lonely inside a deep abyss in the dark.
    My original heart had melted and faded away,
    Until it was as thin and drained out as paper.
    It traveled through sewers and places you've never been,
    And colored with the ink of a black evil pen.
    But now Christmas is here,
    The jolly time of year.
    My heart eases up,
    And is no longer corrupt.