Heart

What haven’t I seen in this fleeting life, At times, even tears felt a distant strife. Yet one piece of flesh within my chest Never grows old, though the peak is frost-dressed. Tender and young, I did not decay, And withered peaks, I did not obey. Stay strong, my little relentless drum, Beating within, no matter what’s to come. My tiny heart, wrapped in icy chains, What do we seek in this cold domain? Will we find the truth we’ve sought, In the gaze of a world so overwrought? Will truth elude or reveal its face? Will the crowd accept us, or disgrace? Or will we be trapped in a sudden snare? Don’t race, my heart—take heed, beware! Don’t waste yourself in needless fear, Don’t slander, don’t let spite draw near. The heartless crowd may crush and depart, But you, my heart, are mine alone—my part!