Up the hill, in a box you will find my sacred heart.
It will be under a sycamore tree.
Open the box if you will.
However you can not touch it.
It has bled too many times.
It is frail and weak now.
My sacred heart lies within.
Open the lid and you will see.
A heart torn to pieces.
When will my sacred heart be free.
The day you learn to love me.