Clutter in the heart can weigh one down,
you push and shove your hurts all around.
A soul is born from the foundation and up,
in time, it wears and no longer is tough.

Heartache's kill a spirit and warps a mind,
it doesn't take much to make one unwind.
A being's like a vessel filled up to the brim,
it overflows...until "no" more will flow in.

Don't pressure the heart and weary the soul,
life is short and a spirit needs to be bold.
Cut out the confusions you're putting within,
permit the being to heal and to mend.

Clutter in a heart can weigh one down,
allowing one to live with a lament frown.
Seal all the anguish before it grows,
you'll never attain this big overload.

Take life one day at a time,
permit yourself to sit and unwind..
Beware of despairs and hurtful obsessions,
you'll never be troubled with any depressions.