My heart, a part of my body
but I don't listen to her.
How do I explain that I don't regard the one that cries blood into my arteries?
The consequences of actions I take against her wishes haunt me.
She says forgive, yet my head battles and whispers "vengeance"
Regret, regret afterwards,
I can't seem to have peace.
Other days; when my heart is full of vile,
Storing up best wishes to be shared.
This time my head says "don't!",
"where will you get yours when you win?"
My heart is a storage of good things,
but when Ruth says "have you heard?",
an addiction to bad things is stirred.
I don't know what she is capable of now.
Who are you are oh controller of emotions?
God called you good.
Tell me what you want oh secret treasury,
because out of you comes the issues of life.
