My liver is Longing

My liver is Longing, There’s a fortune in the longing, To lands I’ve never seen, To the green hills and fields between, Take me there, my longing. It’s not meat in my chest, But feelings that have left, When a thousand sorrows cloud the soul, Without a sound, without a toll, No regret for what’s gone by. My heart, it flows with warmth, A strong wave of verses born, Turning doubt with its mighty tide, Filling hope with light inside, Bringing joy where it will form. My words are lead, heavy and strong, Guarding your head where you belong, Joined with fools in a bitter fight, Caught by the arrow’s sharp flight, May you not fall by its wrong!