Put your heart into song, You can’t help but write the truth;
If your heart is loving, you can’t go wrong; The words you choose will be your proof.
Your truth can be desire That burns like white hot fire
Searing soul with pain to prove Love a hell you pray heaven remove.
Or truth can be the grief When love is proved a lie.
How pain beyond belief Is why all day you die.
The lover’s heart is made of flesh, The poet’s heart is under geis;
To beat for songs sung to the muse, To feed Her hunger for amuse.
