A song that lasts, words so profound
feelings so sublime, beats with life,
a heart, has four walls, which beats.
Some call it life, some call it mind.
Strange that it sounds, the moles similar
the beats similar, thoughts meet, random,
the heats meet with love , one free as a bird
another chained with emotions of life.
Response came with fire, anger in words
fear in thoughtless unfair mind, superficial
yet so true, with black realms of fear.
Strong it grew as clouds of rainthunder
and lightning, shaken as leaf.
Soothing words came, pacifying songs sung
fear was loosing grip, ice melted with sunshine
words of comfort promised for life, till death
new life that demanded a heart with out a btearb.
Life will go out of my heart; one day ahead
will wait among the clouds for thy foot steps
Promises, promises, promise strong as stone
will I be able to heave it all for me! Only me?
Some call it selfish, I call it crazy heart.
Yet no ice melted, yet thy heart demanded.
I donbt open up my heart for thy silly words,
donbt ask me why and reasons useless.
Hearts need inspiration with words of love
my heart need it, an old heart that beats,
older than yours, older than many.
Yet no answers came, no beats skipped
am I talking to a wall? I wondereda living wall,
which might inspire many
Am I contended with my own echo?
Which bounce back from the wall?
My unfair heart force feed your tongue,
with words of love which come from heart
Hearts takes the denial, once may be twice,
words may come and go, hearts still waits.
For that song of love, searching strange faces
stranger than strangers, yet so full of love,
a love that love with all thy heart with Trust.