Constellations Of Tongues Poem by Allian Bern Fuentes

The heart is the music of the brain
But there are times when the brain will lost it's ear
Every tongue is afraid of its fear
That every word will gain a pain
Behold the mighty heart and his men
They will drop their bloods for the brain
So that their music will be heard and be played
Let the gate be opened and welcome their death
And let the tongue change the destiny of their fate
Since then the world says it's a tale
Others say, the constellations are real
A heart should always sing for the brain