My heart is clumsy, heavy, and shy
It stumble through love, ensure of the sky.
I reach for the stars, but my fingers fall.
I dream of the moon, yet I loose it all.

Each beat is a whisper, a delicate sound,
But I drop every word before it's found,
It longs for the light, yet stumbles in dark, A dance without rhythm, a miss in the spark.

The weight of my heart, it drags on the floor,
A longing for love, but it's never quite sure it alteres, it quivers, with hope and with fear,
A heart full of love that can never quite steer.

And yet, through the weight, it still dares to beat,
With every misstep, it rises, repeat for even a clumsy heart, through it may fall
And still dreams of a love that can heal it all.