They told me to open up, So I ripped my heart out and sewed it to my sleeve , Only to be told that it was ****. I rearranged the valves and the arteries; Changed its beat, Until someone told me it was beautiful and stole it from me.
I searched for years at every street corner, In every alley way and ‘I love you,’ But I couldn’t recognize it. I met a man Prepared to exchange my heart for his, but I had none to give.
I stumbled across it one day, alone and sitting in a gutter. It was bare, cheated, broken— It felt right at home.
A seed which was sowed in fertile land Remains in the dark to some extent And suitable environment makes it to grow With great determination, water makes it, “glow” And it declares one day, “The land is alive” As the seed was alive Alive one can prove the others' life A dead one is not able to enlighten the souls If you are alive Prove it with smile and your transparent inner sight would be able to merge the light at a concentric point of hearts of deserving ones As an eternal light emitting heart can enlighten the soul As it’s the heart which makes you dead or alive So life is reflected by deeds not by pulse And it’s no use of Whether the blood runs through the arteries or not Whether you take exercise or not Whether you are wealthy or healthy Life is something else Life is something else What makes an eye, seed can not try What makes an eye, seed can not try