Heart of Hearts
I can’t fake what I don’t believe
Can’t rejoice when I need to grieve
Won’t stick by what I’d rather leave
Like a past not keepin’ hidden
A cover is not the same as the song
A killer shouldn’t stalk where he doesn’t belong
No relativism of right ‘n’ wrong
Some fruit must hang forbidden
‘cause I know
In my heart of hearts
What’s true
I can’t speak the words I can’t say
Can’t look at the moon an’ call it a day
There are those of us hold no sway –
The feeble and bedridden
There’s a shadowy figure, come to call
Real as the claw marks on your wall
An’ you won’t have to utter its name at all –
That Satan comes unbidden
When I turned over
The ace of hearts
It was blue
But I know
In my heart of hearts
What is true
I can’t sleep where the bed is too hot
Won’t break stride in the Final Trot
When God asks me, “Is that all you got?”
I’ll say I coulda tried but didn’t
‘cause I know
In my heart of hearts
What’s true
And I know
Inevitably
What I must do
Copyright © Keith Dovoric | Year Posted 2023
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