Saturday, 20 July 2013

What a Heart Knows

And so the story goes.
And so the days move on.
Another notch this heart knows.
Older, wiser, same old song.

Life throws its sticks.
Life throws its stones.
This heart’s been kicked,
but this soul knows home.

The smile will not fade.
The eyes will still shine bright.
For love is not a grade,
to be measured as wrong or right.

The living risk the loving,
and the living I have done.
Moving on is one’s own choosing.
Wallow in pity, or walk in the sun.

And so this story goes.
Far from being done.
When love is what a heart knows.
It’s the only song that can be sung.

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