THE HEART 

Tell me what to do with my heart, brother

Which used to be so cool like a minister

Tell me what to do with my heart, brother

Or may be I should go shopping for another

Can someone give one over?

Or may be it can be gotten from a cadaver

It has been turned so like a rudder

And now is hurts so bad like murder

The heart has bled, oh, it has bled

May be you'll think all luck has fled

I know there still luck somewhere

I'll take a chunk of it and push it down right there

The heart has borne and borne endlessly

but will not give up hopelessly

for hope it is that brings up courage

And courage with hardwork yields good forage

In the long run, 'patience' will seal the suture

And I will walk on to a bright future

Which will be so full of sweet cream

And don't tell me it is still a dream

(c)2000 TOCHUKWU C. IPERE