The Heart Is right to cry,

When the smallest drop of love,

is taken away.

When the smallest beam of light,

goes dark.

When the smallest taste of fear,

prevails. And the heart is right to weep,

when hope grows pale and dies.

When anger beats reason and connection,

into mud.

And the Heart is right to sing,

when the light comes on,

inside of us,

and we light our golden spark,

and let it shine.

The Heart is right to sing,

when love and hope and strength

return.

To you.