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
Copyright © Steve Harvell | Year Posted 2021
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