We are born with only one heart we die without.
Is it worth giving it to someone who feels left out.
Their sadness and sorrow, poison your eyes.
Their cries and shouts trick your ears.

Your mind is blank in moments of despair.
Would i really give a heart to scare.
Looking at you gives shivers down my spine.
It makes me think you're better off with mine.

Your withered body, i could not stare.
Your lifeless eyes, what else could i share.
Are you deprived of life, or are you just dead.
Will it make a difference if my heart was in there.

The risk was big, but i started cutting
I tore my skin and flesh, i made a hole.
I began bleeding like never before.
It hurt when I tried to pull, it wouldn't come out.

I saw your dry tears lathering your cheeks.
Don't worry my dear, soon you will breathe.
My heart is almost out, hold on.
I will give you the satisfaction you need.

I put it in your empty dark hole where yours had fallen.
It started pumping strong and hard.

Your eyes regained life.
Your lips became moist
Your throat was not dry.
I finally heard your cry.

A sign of life, you got on your feet.
You left the scene
I was bleeding enormously.
I could not breathe.

The last look in your eyes
Made me smile.
With the final strengths reserved in me
I smeared letters with my blood
''A given heart''
To ensure what i did in front of God.