The heart, Our hearts.
Beat of life, center of living.
Feelings start there, and end there.
And yet we want to guard them;
Our Hearts, the very thing that is both tremendously strong yet so weak it freights us.
So, some of us young lock them up refusing to let them free.
Some cage our heart when we are older.
After all the hurt, the pain, and the distress.
We hide our hearts and refuse to listen...