Harb’s heart began to harden
‘Cause this world can be a harsh one
And they split him at the soft spots
In a manner cruel and thoughtless.
A crystal leads to crystals,
A meanness coldly distilled
With more to surely follow
Till one’s left hard and hollow.
The brain, too, may be frozen
But you can throw it in the ocean
And when it rolls in by the tide
Toss it salted back inside.
The heart’s a tricky thing.
Harb’s had felt many stings.
To keep it from the coffin
There’s one way to help it soften.
A hardened heart must be a guest
In some other kind heart’s chest.
It can’t be safe if it pumps blood,
There’s only keeping it loved.