Heart of me
Heart of me
Heart of me
Quenching for a nap,
Rapidly beating,
The size of a fist does big things.
Struck with arrows of emotion,
Bleeding a river of blood.
The burden is not on one's shoulder,
It's on me.
Love makes me restless,
Burden makes me haste,
Gloominess makes me depressed,
Warmth makes me restrain.
Supporting my host to find,
someone right.
To heal my wounds, injuries deep,
Fulfilled desires of me
And duties of the master of creation