my heart is not a game
it is as serious as life can be
and though it can laugh
it will not compete for love
nor will it wander aimlessly
the reflection of a distant pond
but its light knows the dark
it is unafraid to be alone
a newborn knows no one
nor the hole a ***** will part
it remembers the past
and how it once did love
but that is a movie now
with characters so young
and futures unconceived of
tell me how it can be
are you right, will I be free;
free to live my purpose
then to find you waiting there
to love what is inside of me
do not try to play my heart
though it is an instrument
hear the music it makes
believe in the faith of sound
to you, it has already been sent
Feb 8, 2017
Feb 8, 2017 at 4:55 PM UTC
my heart is not a game
it is as serious as life can be
and though it can laugh
it will not compete for love
nor will it wander aimlessly
the reflection of a distant pond
but its light knows the dark
it is unafraid to be alone
a newborn knows no one
nor the hole a ***** will part
it remembers the past
and how it once did love
but that is a movie now
with characters so young
and futures unconceived of
tell me how it can be
are you right, will I be free;
free to live my purpose
then to find you waiting there
to love what is inside of me
do not try to play my heart
though it is an instrument
hear the music it makes
believe in the faith of sound
to you, it has already been sent
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