How vulnerable
is the human heart,
As it waits for
what will come...
A lifetime
full of love, some hurt,
A few things
left undone.
Unprotected,
reaching out,
For love's first
fond embrace...
Always stretching to make
room,
As demand
needs more space.
How can
one muscle hold so much,
When we push it
to the limit...
Abuse it as
we overload,
With all things
we put in it?
Sensitive to
hurt, each pain,
From words
harsh that are spoken...
That pierce it
like a sharpened knife,
Convince us it
is broken.
Yet stronger
than we realize,
Able with time
to heal...
Will only
stop when it is time,
With one
last beat we feel.
(c)
05/25/08 Loree (Mason) O'Neil
Midi play
is: I Really Don't Want To Know
Sequenced by Don
Carroll
