We all have been let down,
by hearts that do drown.
Out in the ocean of sharks,
under the quiet trees of lovely parks,
we have lost some touch,
of hearts we loved so much.

Even our own hearts have failed,
cut us short as we tried to excel.
Lost and bewildered in souls,
we all reach for the Holy strolls.
If we aren't in religion,
our thoughts fly with carrier pigeon.
One thing is for sure,
our heart missed beat cure.

In a chest beating,
hopes of hearts not self defeating,
be a friend so we can be competing.
Out on a universal score board,
we want a big lion heart roared.
When the little kitty goes meowwww!
there's a feeling of cat chow.
In a bowl waiting the be eaten,
lies a heart not competing.

G