A Heart's A Precious Thing

If our hearts could talk,
Oh what stories it would tell.
They could relieve our mind,
And let it rest for a spell.

Our minds knows what's there,
'Cause it's felt and heard.
But once the mind moves on,
It will not be detoured.

A heart's a precious thing,
And deals with what it feels.
It tells us what is wrong,
And feels what is real.

Locked away in our hearts,
Are the things that it's felt.
And after every game,
It deals with what it's dealt.

A heart's a precious thing,
And deals with what it feels.
It tells us what is wrong,
And feels what is real.

A heart feels what is real,
And it knows what it feels.

Copyright 2000 By: Glenn Smith
(All rights reserved)