Rhythm of the heart

Rhythm of the heart

It is living in art
Where all hearts dance,
 to the rhythm of thy heart
Where there's an ocean of words with no rhyme
And happiness is still a distant dream
Survival of the fittest has only been reality
The heart captures forces unseen
It's a pleasure that it's hidden;
for the unseen would be revealed
The rhythm of thy heart

This is where tears shed without any gain
It bleeds in passive pain
Where darkness is hidden,
With unwanted opinion and unwarranted judgements
Still the hear sings and manages to lend a smile
The power of the rhythm of thy heart

It is as solid as rock, I believe
As lite as air, thousand men can't lift it
So fragile, can be hurt by words
But is still manages to beat in pain
Dancing to thy rhythm

This is the rhythm of the heart.