Your heart is glass,
But is strong with feeling
But can break like
A twig getting snapped by a stone
You can have a everlasting mate
But in the end they die
And just leave you to suffer and cry
A choice of heart is like
A choice to live
And only a choice you can make,
No matter what you choose just hope
Life doesn't hate,
You can think their with you
To only to turn on you
To Steal them from you,
Or destroy your glass fragile heart,
Don't trust unless trusted
Because in end
Death will be the choice you make.
Love, is only a tradety,
Only few find the one.
Which lead to a holy life,
And the man always remembers,
Happy wife is a happy life.
But only by choice.
