Tug Of War

If the tenderness of the heart could understand the strength of the mind

That mind is not your enemy , its your defender

Yet you pick and cut your own guard , the voice of reason and hope

The fragility of the heart is no joke, the cracks of the mirror how delicate it maybe , it hurts, it scars, it wounds your mortality

The mind cannot help you if you only choose your heart

What we forget in the darkness , we only hear the murmurs of the heart , so we get a little lost

When we are in the light , we only hear the whispers of the mind so we become a machine

The heart and the mind , the balance of both is the balance of life.

Yet knowing this truth cannot save my fate , I have already lost my heart and my mind , I have non to listen to

So what becomes of me I wonder

What becomes of me , I wonder.