The gloomy heart, so dark and murky,
Desert seas, desolate trees,
As far as the eyes foresee,
A thirst to quench, a journey to seek,
Years and years of unworthy deeds,
Filled with crooked prophecies,
Escapism unattainable, limited by pragmatism,
The heart now cold, antagonized by dreams,
Chaos, turmoil, almost madness it seemed,
Till one day it is given a gift from god,
It encounters then the pure of heart,
It stood still shocked, clenching its fist,
Its beats were quick, proving the heart exist,
Never it dreamt, such a being subsist,
The angel of hearts, so tranquil and clean,
For if let gone, risk never to be seen,
Despair then found, price of thee leaving,
It clutch its hand, determined, and unwavering,
The stars then shine, glimmerings of joy,
To gush out alight, sign of delight,
The black hole now a colorful Green,
A symbol of life, has start to kick in,
The view has changed, resulting the scenery serene,
Miles ahead, it looks encouraging,
Trees and flowers, akin to bliss,
The scent of heavens within cool breeze,
A skeptic believing, a pessimist now smiling,
Problems dissolving, happiness emerging,
Arising spirit, unafraid of confining,
Alone, together, complete well beings.
