The Last Beat of a Homeless Heart
A cool breeze whips and the Fahrenheit dips
a night lost on a lonesome road
reaching out to those in need
attempting to spark
the last beat of a homeless heart
Preachers preached some souls were reached
love was everywhere to be found
to give.. to keep
to sow.. to reap
but in private you couldn't hear a sound
hearts live to love but how long can they live
in a world full of take and no give
loyal eyes they no longer cry
and a heartbeat slows as time slips by
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2015
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