I watched, silent, as the one I loved
Walked away in the shadow of a mourning dove,
And took our only children into the world.
So I sold my soul for a heart of steel
Now I can’t cry, ‘cause I don’t feel
And the Devil knows I loved my little girl.
But my steel heart can’t love her now
And with no soul, on Satan’s bough,
I’ll live my life for nothing and no one.
And numb I’ll be; I’ll hurt no more
And no one’s lies will rob me poor,
But tell me, mister, do you think I’ve won?
And the old man sighed and looked away,
Through my past, and to the day
That I held my soul and cried, naked, on the floor.
And he saw my deal with the darkest man,
Who trades in souls and silken fans,
And blood-gold coins and bitterness and war.
Then the old man asked me, “Do you miss it,
The laughter that I know you’re missing.
Did you know the laughter’s who you were?”
Sir, I sold my soul for a heart of steel
Now I can’t laugh, ‘cause I can’t feel,
And yet I think it’s better than before.
I just kneeled here, silent, in the dust,
‘til my knees and knuckles turned to rust,
There’s nothing I was really waiting for.
But the old man smiled and held my hand,
Cold it was, in his warm hands,
And said, “My child, what’d you do that for?”
He picked me up by my smallest finger
And led me past where the shadows linger,
Where autumn meets the fires set in Hell.
He took me to the darkest grove,
To the man I gave my broken soul,
And carried me through my tolling of the bell.