The heart that cannot beat for others' sake
Is trapped and useless, like the cagèd bird.
You fill your heart with love until it breaks,
And bear the pain without a single word.
The heart that beats for love and love alone
Will sacrifice itself as time goes by.
Although their sacrifice is never known,
The purest hearts are those that truly fly.
Happy are the ones who take their plight,
And find acceptance somewhere deep within;
Glory is for those who bravely stand and fight
Although they know they have no chance to win.
So break your heart in two for glorious things-
it will return to you on swans' soft wings.
A.N.: I got away with writing this as a school assignment ^_^