If everyday, the heart does pump
Thousands of gallons every single day
Then i wish nothing more but to dump
This weary heart to someone else, i pray.
This heart's hard work has been acknowledged,
And i can't help but be grateful, really
But my soul is tired and wedged,
And i wish to give my life away wholeheartedly.
Indeed, i cannot fathom just why
Despite knowing i'm not worth the tireless beating
This heart without ceasing just tries
To get me through the journey, to see its ending-
But i don't want to see it through to the end, dear heart-
And i am in desperate search to end my episode soon
So please, if You may, stop beating already, and never restart
For I just want to go and dwell forever up there, over the moon.