While Your Heart Breaks While your heart breaks I must take this shovel and keep digging. While that tear drops I must sit atop my mound of clay chip away at the decay of immorality left by those who blunder in the name of crusades. While you are happy that your world is not so unhappy I will carve my joy from dirt. While you pray for us to find our way we will dig a path way trench. While you feel blessed to come from the west I dig my feet on the mountain side to find my peace when I face that test. While you feel priviledged know that I will still survive.