• What is it like for a heart to soar?
    Is it excited to feel someone's love?
    But doth the heart not break and say nevermore?
    Then would it not fall from the sky above,

    And back into it's humanly confines?
    Would it not be a heavy burden now?
    Buried in a forest of sickly pines,
    thinking now "how have I sunk so low?".

    I use to fly wild and free like the sea.
    O, I have fallen from the great blue skies,
    Now Hell's dark fires surround and burn me.
    The fire of the heart unwillingly dies.

    This is what the Heart always seems to feel
    Until it finally begins to heal.