Hearts

-1 They hold love,
they hold peace,
the hold all that calm and please.

-4 They hold life,
they hold death,
they hold the first cry and the last breath.

-7 Be pink or be Black,
they hold our own might,
though the gut be stone and our hearts be light.

-10 Those who are caring,
will often never follow,
those who hearts are full of sorrow.

-13 But, why must we forget,
that we hold not our own,
Who must we not see, whose heart can now moan?

-16 Why, those of our friends,
those who hold rage,
those who we've seen grow old and age.

-19 So, will you continue,
to be so cruel,
or will you be, as you are, stubborn as a mule?

-22Will you be willing,
to change your Being,
or will you black heart stop the Pink's Singing? -24