When your heart is good, you give and you bend,
You help every stranger, you love every friend.
You trust without question, you open your door,
You offer your soul, then they ask for more.
You give without limits, you give without fear,
You carry their burdens, you wipe every tear.
You stand in the fire so they feel the breeze,
You break just to help someone else find their peace.
But kindness, it costs — it cuts you so deep,
You're left with the ache while they rest and sleep.
They take what you offer, then drift like the tide,
And you're the one hurting, still soft inside.
Yet still you keep loving, though torn and betrayed,
Still lighting the path where others have strayed.
For hearts that are good may suffer the most,
But they're also the ones that love without boast.
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