The soul is the beating heart

I wake up every morning
to feel the sun on my face
I send them my greetings
never in haste

I keep the morning going
with some songs from my heart
No matter where in winter
I keep warm a spark

For it was in the fire
that all to ashes becomes
I must keep alive a coolness
For the hot days to come

I will bring the lemonade
when there’s nothing to pass
I will keep a tiny journal
to remember what’s past

For all that I’ve lost to the darkness
is beyond my words
For all those I’ve lost to the madness
of this cruel world