Petrified HeartCall Caedmon’sThis old heart’s been leftOut on my sleeveAnd I have paid as it’s been rentInto piecesSeems everyone I’ve loved hasTaken a bit of my insidesI’m scattered as the woman whose bodyWas torn for the twelve tribesWhen did my heart get so petrifiedWhen did it get so hard to feelWhen did my heart get so afraid to loveWhen did it get so hardAnd the easy-living Gnostic proudUse their knowledgeLike a wreking ball to tear me downFlooding me with their fallaciesI can’t walk on this waterI’m starting to drownStrike this rock with your rodI’ll take the blowsTill Your living water begins to flowAs it flowed from the Man of Sorrows’ sideWas torn for the twelve tribesby Zé Mingau