Small Black Heart - Dave's True Story, Kelly Flint, David Cantor

We’ve done our time

There’s nothing left to mend

It’s no big crime

It’s just the way things end

So despite the mauling

It won’t be falling apart

It’s such a small black heart

It’s not assault

It’s not like Rome was burned

It’s not your fault

No need to be concerned

Forget the soft shoe dance

'Cause there was no real chance from the start

For such a small black heart

Yet I must assert It wasn’t always so

But with each new hurt

The smaller it would grow

Till, black from blue

It turned into this scarred and tiny ball

That hangs on just for spite

And, barely then

And barely then…

So save your breath

It’s not as if you lied

It’s not quite death

It’s just a thing that’s died

Now every wound you nurse

Inflicts a pain far worse than the smart

From such a small black heart…