The world is a poem written in dreams
Daily reminders, packed with rhyme schemes
Through the past, and the present, and future in parts;
Each vying for Truth in good and dark hearts.

So lift up your pen and use it with grace
Erase the flaws and weaknesses of the human race
Should we all contribute but one single verse
I’ll write on your heart if you write on mine first.

But be careful not to write too hard,
For it might pierce the skin
And leave a big scar, for the hearts skin is thin
Be gentle and kind as you would want done onto you
Because the piercing of the heart can seep all the way through