Heart’s Tale
Heart’s Tale
Somethings are felt within.
Time and then it keeps coming.
Locked in the cage it is,
Opening when the heart’s pure.
Heart’s positive role keeps coming
But the mind starts stopping.
Natural it is.
Slowly it slips away.
Now I’m at the top.
Next I’m beaten down.
The mind plays the game.
Manipulating the heart is a task.
It’s a piece everyone is ready to ask.
I wish I had a little more power,
To just see,
The heart bloom
Into a flower.