| Perplexed Heart |
 27 May 2004 @ 11:12, by mingFrom Swanny the Tinker: Perplexed Heart The heart it is a curious thing One moment it weeps the next it sings It wears itself upon your sleeve It can turn to stone to practice to deceive It can be breaking And still heal all wounds It's music can lull an infant to sleep It is the safest place for dreams to keep It is abundant with joy It is tugged at by sadness It cry's it's tears Of pain and fears Then fills with joy That lasts through the years Its passion spells it's clarity Lost in reverie unknown It's rhythm as the tide and shore Where the warmth and cool winds blow When takes it's wings to flight I ponder ? I beg it's wings to grow By Sparkle |