My hand over my chest
The rhythm thru my hand
Blood that gives life
Blood that makes me stand
That precious beat
That holds me to this earth
In that small beat
My whole life is worth
So quickly that flame
Can be blown out
Yet in life we seem
To be in doubt
That as quickly as is lit
The beat is taken away
That our simple heartbeat
Anytime may give way.
Foxii 29/9/08
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