Soft Is The Heart
Soft is the heart that enjoys its own past,
but lives in the present, careful and vast.
Soft is the heart listening to an old song
that once was important to make it strong.
Gorgeous is the sound that touches a heart,
magic is this synesthesia of the art.
Soft is the life on the road on any track
when you know you have a home to get back.
Hard are the times of loneliness and pain,
sad is the heart stuck in a lonesome chain.
Free is the lung with space to breathe the air.
Happy is he who understands this affair,
this thin balance between home and the streets.
Soft is the sweet music of his heartbeats.