• bleatingpen 10w

    This Heart

    This heart is tired
    Tired of making discordant sounds
    It tries
    Oh it tries
    To make melodies for your feet to swerve to
    Oh how faint it gets
    Oh how it tires out so easily

    It's sang its best
    Not been welcomed
    Nobody danced to its sweet melodies
    Now it tires and chooses to resign to its tent
    Where all in its company
    It can wallow in the shadows of its pain