I see you, I feel you and I hear you
I know the travails youโve been through
Always there, never looked at
Rarely at peace, mostly in combat
You fight to hold on and fight to let go
The person you love most may become a foe
Once youโre wounded it lasts a lifetime
Yet the executors never deem it a crime
Its the heart that has to go through it all
And at the end of the day, has to stand tall
I say the heart is a wild creature
It is its own master and its own teacher
And our ribs are its disdainful cage
One that in no way soothes, only enrages
The heart would consider beating the cage down
But it knows if it escapes in blood you would drown