Dub-Dub-Dub-Dub
                              Can you hear that?
                              Dub-Dub-Dub-Dub
                              My heart beats aloud.
                              
                              Can you see that?
                              How far the ball has gone!
                              It has reached its destination
                              
                              Can you hear that?
                              That the cry of victory!
                              Shouting how she's won.
                              
                              Can you feel that?
                              The pain she's feeling.
                              The sorrow of waiting.
                              
                              Years and years of waiting.
                              The final verdict.
                              The most awaited.
                              The last judgment.
                              
                              After hairs lost,
                              Heat of radiation,
                              Hands clasped with loved ones,
                              Unending tears
                              and lost spark.
                              
                              Spark...it's gone
                              Replaced by dread, anger and helplessness.
                              
                              Hearts forever broken
                              lies after lies
                              Trying to give hope
                              Hoping there's still hope.
                              
                              Fighting for a second chance,
                              a second life.
                              Rubbing stones 
                              for a little spark.
                              Shutting eyes from reality.
                              
                              Reality...the darkest of them all.
                              How you wish for fantasies.
                              How you wish it was gone.
                              
                              Waves of memories hit you.
                              Understanding dawning on you.
                              Realization coming to you.
                              Lov, the most powerful thing, 
                              reminding you.
                              On your last day.
                              
                              Can you hear that?
                              My heart stopped beating.
                              
                              Written by: jme_28
                              Heart Beat. Copyright © 2015. All rights reserved.
                                      
                                          
                                   
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