Free Your Heart

I am not a good person

I am kind and I am sweet

Similar, the three may be,

But never shall they meet

I don't think I am rotten

Not now, not yet at least

I don't break fingers 'neath my stride

Nor chain them like a beast

I know I could be better

I think I could be worse

Yet my heart would much prefer it

If I could lift the verse

So I will look into my chest

And pry apart the bars

To pick away the stringy bits

That make the heart a liar

To listen to it closer

With the dark 'most stripped away

And work to give it greater reign

O'er what I sing and say