Heart


No fear in my heart clash with these infamous demons.
Playing toss with my heart.
Some of the dark clouds
formed in formation to give it a vicious beat.
Let the fountain of youth give meaning to the-
innocent child with a holy heart.
Like passion of chirst we give us beating hearts.
Tear our worries up and give new hearts.
Rain on us brush our love with care
God stay with us through struggles
and pain.
As today I wish we get our hearts in
the right place.

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