The Living Heart

We as man,where be it we are true It is not of the heart we beat Everyday life we feel, ourselves we strive Even to ourselves we deny flaw in humanity Consequences of action we plea insane Always pointing fingers someone to blame Living not the heart, mind control Soul of darkness, depths of love Where be it our heart we forget The purpose of creation,its blood flow To be true,it does not die The Living Heart,it be none no truer Death,hurt, happiness, enthusiastic being Emotions from where within does it come Who are we that we feel the living It beats, misery love company The faith of God's creative touch DeVine Solitude we live alone in one A dying breed,a breath,a gasp Even darkness our soul thirst to thrive Amongst the crowd,hide behind a image We live a story but who tells it The Living Heart or mindset world What be us true if we are not of heart