Is it the heart that creates feel,
Guiding the body to heal,
Is it the heart that creates tears,
Giving the mind it's fears,
Is it the heart that gives our abilities,
To somber down to our knees,
Soften our souls and ofcourse,
Feel God's creation of remourse,
Feel; my weakness or strength,
After my wind of contempt,
Love; Affection,
Path of direction,
I dont know if it holds me back,
It's just numbness i lack,
Is it the mind that creates pain,
Strethining spirit through each vein,
Is it the mind that creates mourn,
Erupting our hearts to be torned,
Is it our minds that makes us cry when they bleed,
To somber down to our knees,
Soften our souls and of course,
Feel God's creation of remourse,
Is it our soul that makes us weep,
Twisting & turning when we sleep,
Is it our soul that makes us flinch,
As the others anger comes with a fist that's clenched,
Is it our soul that makes it where we cant see,
Ourselves as we fall to our knees,
Soften our souls and of course,
Feel God's creation of remourse,
This is A poison sometimes to our mind's function,
So let's get rid of this compunction.
