Your heart pumps the "O-two", streaming through every parts of your body. And what if it stops?
You stop to feel. You stop to think. You feel numb. But worry not, as numb as you get, your words would just flow following through, creating a hole of lightness.
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who does it belongs to?
Matt, Abu or Tim from Timbuktu
no not that Ferrari or the horse cart
it’s a story about the heart
oblivious to the world
the heart speaks for itself
but it got stabbed by the brain?
or the mouth filled with grain?
but never the eyes..that’s the door to the heart
where one can shoot in straight like a dart
is the heart telling the truth?
or it got tricked by the mind of the blues?
forsaken the shield of the heart
and to render one’s desire
the heart grew flames with fire
a wise man once i heard ‘em say
the love to God is truly through men
hearts of gold hearts of brass
and tell now what about hearts of glass
who holds the love of everlast?
keep in mind to just love Him
and believe me not - it gives you a Blast!
need it not the help from a lover or a friend?
need it not the help of the mind?
need it any help of God?
for the heart - yes our own heart
belongs in the hands of thy Lord.
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