A shadowed mist surrounds my heart,
Holding it together so it won't fall apart.
Why is my heart black and cold,
Continuing to freeze as I grow old?
It bleeds dark red with all my regret,
The things I've done and the things I've said.
My heart's unique; unlike the rest,
I'm not perfect but, I do my best.
Yet my heart just continues to bleed,
Problems are trees; they start with a seed.
Trees grow tall locked in the Earth,
They eventually die but, what of rebirth?
