Like a tornado, hitting a forest,
the heart splinters,
Leaving pieces of itself, in places,
that can't be found,..

That is what the heart is for,
too give, and give, till the blood pour

The heart, is not ones to own,
other places, is where,
it makes it home

Clinging to what, it can find,
hoping something, will help it bind,
going so much farther, then the mind,

Why,.. lock it away..

Holding it tighter then, a pistachio,
you break your nail on

what's the point in dying,
while holding nothing,
but your own heart..

Like a virgin on wedding night,
rip it open, let it bleed, and take it all in

It's the only way too know,
what it needs to win

Newest lesson, i've learned this year,
never let the heart, be over come by fear

It's bigger then you,.. It's bigger then me,..
But the answer's inside,.. If you look to see,..

Your Heart is Everywhere.