The heart feels compressed in times of despair,
like its locked in a vice and slowly tightening.

It's up to us to bring upon reapir,
to ease the pressure and force change.

The routine of life is comforting, but it makes us prey,
to the hunters of lost time and dwelling.

So remember that life is short and our souls are special,
We can unclamp our hearts, and feel the love swelling.

The time is now and the need is great,
So smell the roses and bring upon fate.