My heart is like that of a child,
It weeps at hurt,
And bows over with emotional pain.
My mind is a soldier,
It keeps matching on,
No time for casualties,
No time for pain.
There is no time to be weak,
My mind tells my heart,
Keep moving soldier.
In the background,
As mind chastises heart,
The beat goes on by the whispers plays.
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