If your heart sings a song,
Make sure it’s real,
Make sure your heart is true,
Not just liking what it sees.

Often feelings are hurt,
Because someone isn’t true,
And people turn out broken,
Because they can’t find someone new.

This may not always happen,
But it sure occurs often,
My black heart reaches out,
To the hurt and the broken.

Of course I can not feel,
You left me with nothing to feel,
But I can be a listener,
And maybe help someone heal.

Maybe if things had been different,
If our hearts hadn’t sang,
We wouldn’t be in this mess,
You wouldn’t have shot me with your words.

If your heart sings,
Be careful with what you do,
If the melody is rare and sweet,
Maybe it could be true.