But if you have a heart, with no heart, with-out heart, the heart does beat, the flesh, the man, caught in an abyss, he lives so bleak, with a thudding heart, but no heart to lead, guide, glide like brush strokes, running in strides, how can the hopeless ride, the vivid heart the drives more than the inside, but through skies, vision rises, as the heart collides with others, eyes looking, many plunder, most hearts will die before they conquer, perfection through times essence, making the heart of the adolescent dependent, on a thing a vision, materials sing.
Where can one get a heart the wants and values?
One that evolves more and more so the heart can drive and conquer.
Oh! I do sing.

Oh! I do sing.

The Heart is an Art, Vivid thought and hope I cope with a fleshly man with no heart, given date I need not wait, The heart will be given pre-date never late Lord give the heart so I can meet my fate.