The battle of a silent heart
A solemn love, a lonely art
This man who walks an open path
He shuns the scorns and those who laugh
For there is one, a girl of gold
And when she's near he feels no cold.
But hurt and pain has shut her eyes
They always look into the skies
A heart so pure, a fort of stone
Leaves no king beside her throne
And the man can see, so distantly
That him and her, they will not be
And forever they shall always roam
These lonely hearts without a home.
Jake Harris
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-battle-of-a-silent-heart/
