Our eyes we can shut
When we don't want to see,
Cover our mouths
When we feel we can't speak
We can plug our ears
When hearing's too much,
And pull away
At the unwanted touch
But our hearts, you see--
They've minds of their own
A content little beast
In a cage of bone
It disregards reason,
Rejects any rhyme,
Ignites and excites
At all the wrong times
But we must pay attention
When this beast stands *****
Because maybe, just maybe,
This time is correct.
Mar 3, 2012
Mar 3, 2012 at 10:26 PM UTC
Our eyes we can shut
When we don't want to see,
Cover our mouths
When we feel we can't speak
We can plug our ears
When hearing's too much,
And pull away
At the unwanted touch
But our hearts, you see--
They've minds of their own
A content little beast
In a cage of bone
It disregards reason,
Rejects any rhyme,
Ignites and excites
At all the wrong times
But we must pay attention
When this beast stands *****
Because maybe, just maybe,
This time is correct.
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