My Heart

She was my influence
For the breaking of nations
Now spread in denominations

My heart

It, I can never find
Because the only one who is not blind
I can not find

My heart

Can never be found
For it makes a sound
And the only one that can hear it
Is no longer here
So no longer
Can anyone hear it's sound
Because the person who can
Is not around

My heart

Can only be felt by her
Of that I was sure
But now she is out of touch
She can not feel much
Of that I am sure
For it can only be felt by her

My heart

Copyright 2009
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-Matthan C. Atherton
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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