HEART OF GLASS

If you could see within my breast,
It would be something to behold.
The heart that beats inside of me,
Is not made of muscle, nor gold.

If you could see within my breast,
You would be most surprised,
For you would find a heart of glass,
Unique, is this heart if mine.

It used to beat so steadily and strongly,
But since my life with you, I've spent,
It now has cracks and softened spaces,
That the doctors cannot mend.

Yet this heart of glass within my breast,
Does choose to beat on and on,
It seems to answer to another Voice,
And surely, not my own.

For if it answered to my voice alone,
I would have asked it to shatter and die,
But the Voice to which it answers,
Has not given it the choice of mine.

This heart of glass must be beautiful,
And, with its cracks and crazes, be strong,
For all it's been through here on earth,
It still sings forth with lovely song.