Why do we sing with our souls on display
Knowing they can’t understand?
Why do we cry, broken hearts showing through
Sure they won’t offer a shoulder or hand?
Why do we give when we know they will take it all
Never intending to give of themselves?
Why do we love those who never can love us
Even though loving them we lose ourselves?
We’ve always been told that the heart is a mystery
It does things for reasons that reason won’t give
But if we never learn to follow its leading
A lifetime will go by and we’ll never have lived.

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