The Hotheads Soul

He held his heart in a box

A box made of steel

Hard and cold

But inside it was warm and soft

He kept that box hiden

It was under lock and key

But one day it was opened

And the man became a boy

His tears covered the floor

And his brother held the box

It was open to all the world

And the boy and the brother cried together

As they lay on the floor

Both souls shown to the world

They hold eachother close

Two souls free together

The hothead and the leader

Two souls two brothers