Have you ever measured your heart rate?
Have you ever seen a heart pumping?
It’s a miracle, taking place
seventy times a minute
Yet, only few notice how great
A pumping heart is, to your fate
Is it a set fate?
Or can we participate?
Do we start from a clean slate?
How much control do we have
over our fate?
Is it too late?
To mend a broken heart
To revive the state
Of a relationship, with a soul-mate?
Some hearts are stone-carved
They pump, but they do not feel
They’re physical hearts, with a heart rate
Nothing touch them emotionally
They are solid-state
Sounds like a foreign word, with no taste
If you sense a stone heart
Turn around, and don’t hesitate
To stay away, far away
Look after your heart, for it determines your fate
A good, pure heart is your passport
To a life of a completely different taste
from the one you struggle with right now
Stone hearts are everywhere
You just have to use your God-given instinct
To spot one
It’s a hopeless case
It’s a test for those of real hearts
How would they articulate
The existence of such a heart
Carved of stone, solid-state?
Look no farther
For an answer
It’s a hopeless case, and it’s fate