H. E. A. R. T.
Such a small word
Five letters is all
Yet controls all our minds
Doesn't catch us when we fall
Crys us to sleep
Smiles us awake
Bipolar is all
This word should be irate
For the conscious knows
This not only controls
But decides our fate
Without consulting it's mate.

Darkness falls upon my head
Loneliness creeps from beneath my bed
Tears come rolling down my eyes
Because of what I hold inside

Let it all come out
Let it all be free
Free is the person that you're supposed to be

Everybody just wants something from you
All you do is not even for
The one who put their life on hold
The one that did the hours long
They go and take their money and run
Because they can and to them it's fun

I sit around and think about the quiet sounds that crackle through
my head
I wonder why the sweet good bye took us to the land of dead
And I know that it was for the best
But I just want you to cry
Cry for help and see the wealth of a butterfly passing by