This heart will break for nothing more than a screaming seagull on the shore.
This heart won't even skip a beat when talk of death turns on my street.
I don't feel anything for the mourner,
all dressed in black and in the corner.
Wake me up, I feel the heartless beat.
Put me down, the soulless should not be free.
The moon howls while the dog soars proud,
backwards drifts a cry less sound.
Push me out, my emotion never is,
pull me in, alone I'll never win.
Take it all, remove my sin.
This heart untouched can never rush to be something they call complete.
This heart inside will find the time for tearing down this world of mine.
There is no sympathetic grace,
for saddened tales of loss and fate.
The moon howls while the dog soars proud.
I wear the frown that's upside down on the coldest day to wear a grin.
Take it all, remove my sin.
Copyright KJ Heier, 2011.
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