The Heart that Meant Well
There once was a heart that meant well
It scattered love and joy to those who fell
Little did this heart know
It needed love and light to keep this special glow
To touch the hearts of others
This heart needed to clean out the clutter
Of adversities it held onto during its life
For the broken had no roots to grow from, dimmed was the light
Eventually this weary and sad heart stopped to grow
It withered one day, and as it died and let go
To a brighter light sent by the Divine
This heart began to shine
No longer was it a heart that meant well
It became a pure heart that inspired souls