The heart...and song.

Plucking the rose petals one by one,
thinking about the song that has been sung,

life is but only a day or two,
so listen to the kittens little mews,

so many lives now gone,
the ending of their song,

but many lives are still here,
so look in to the mirror.

oh sure a flaw here and there,
but go without a care.

look to the heart where the song comes from,
from where comes the sun,

the heart so full in its glory,
so many little stories,

life is but short and sweet,
so dont take a seat,

go out into the world and tell,
about the love in your heart now,

that came from the sun,
the holy ones only son,

that made your heart so bright,
and makes it soar like a kite.

praise him now oh people,
and enter his holy temple,

lay down your crowns at his feet,
where the Lord is seated,

for he is love,
so speak ye silent tongue,

the awe of him is so great,
so sit at his table with a plate,

and let him give u the food,
of the bible where we stood,

u except him with your heart,
for that is the only way to pay,

for the bad deeds which we have done,
when our heart had not sung.