Simple Heart

Throwing rocks at a dead tree
Running with her on my shoulders
In my place of freedom and simplicity
A place I love and enjoy
Whether to be praising and peaceful
Or joyfully violent and chaotic
A whim based on my will
The Lord's love fills my heart
But she was on my shoulders
Our initials in a heart by knife
That girl no longer rides on my shoulders
She did not see my carving twice
But God's name brands my real heart
So her initials I don't cross out
Not for her sake to see
But for those who love the woods
As much as me

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