My Heart Refuses

Some their hearts are deadened
With affairs hot and ill-conceived

Others with a long, slow march
Alone across the seas

We want to feel and long to dream
But are trained with constant pain

To open is to be attacked
To hope is to be accused

To dream is to be abandoned
To love is to be abused

Small wonder so few find true joy
Great wonder those love more than few

I try to crack my gnarled shell
But my heart this release refuses

I cannot see the world anew

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This work is Copyright (c) Mike Fletcher 2004