There was a heart that fell to earth,
Its face was bruised and beat,
And even though it got back up,
It never felt complete?

All grit or grim or hurt and dust,
The heart continued on; it sought,
Something to love, a thing to cherish,
The reason that it fought.

Just a heart out swinging,
wild, little wobbly,
Fighting on with muck and mire,
Passion's ignited to a fire…

It swung as hard as it could…

That little heart that stood.