The Heart

An unperfect cirle,
Overlapping the perfect circle,
That we never really find,
It hides our true happiness.
Fear and fire suround it,
Making it impossible,
to encircle ourselves with.

The devil seems to be everywhere,
everywhere you look,
Making you lust and lie,
Making love into hate,
Making your heart cry.

Wishing upon a star,
knowing that all your hopes and dreams,
are just,
are just wishful thinking.
Always hoping that one day,
The fear will be gone,
The raging fire will burn out,
That the evil inside will die,
And one day,
One day your heart will beat,
To the sounds of happiness.