The heart is insufficient
It makes them so impatient
Giving many reasons not to say
Why things don't end up the right way
They succeed to fool it because they know
They can use it to play and grow
Thinking of themselves and nothing else
It's never been a matter of sanity or health
They take it's savings of all it's years
And only stop to look at it's pile of tears
When all it can do is breathe
They have better things to seethe
No understatements will be assured
All that could be found are the things they injured
They vigorously summoned the fear
Now it will be insane to persevere
They march in to burn it down
But it's hard to find strength in an evening gown
Rip up the fabric and link it to their wrists
Good things will happen when they can't resist
Put the mind to rest and leave the mess for the next
The fearful's been conquered with passed up effects
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