The heart they say is young,
Younger than the youngest child.
The heart they say is deep
Deeper than the deepest sea
The heart I’m told
Is tender and beautiful
Yet hard and ugly
Locked away in a chest,
Or exposed in the open.
Shadowed in chaos, brightened in hope
Still in the rain, alive in the sun
Lost in the seas of regret, found on the shores of forgiveness
Her blood, the blood of all humanity.