Hard, solid is my heart.
Cold, disconnected is what it feels.
My heart has turned to stone over the years,
I've lived,
I've loved,
but my heart is still stone.
I've numbed it so it can take no more abuse,
no more pain,
no more drama,
no more loss.
So, shall I compare my heart to a stone?
It has a pulse, still pumping and alert.
It beats, but it's quiet.
Quiet like a cool winter's night,
Quiet like a gentle river,
Quiet is my heart.
How can I put back the pieces that were disconnected for so long?
Scattered everywhere, ripped to shreds.
How can I fix something that has been broken for so long?
Then I think, shall I compare my heart to a stone?
My tears run long as the Nile.
My sorrow as deep as the Grand Canyon.
But is my heart as solid as a stone?
No, it is bursting with hope and light as bright as the sun and stars above.
It is pumping happiness unto my soul,
unto my head.
I've lived,
I've loved,
and my heart will forever have faith for a better day.
