By Slowdance
Date: 30 April 1999

A Heart

It's spring
Everybody seems happy
But it feels like winter
When a heart is sad and lonely

Flowers are blooming
Birds are singing
But a heart is crumbling
In confusion and in pain

Two wrongs don't make a right
Everybody knows
But a heart is guilty
Others are innocent

A long way to go
But it's going nowhere
So the time stops
As if there is no more hope

If a heart dies
Will they finally realize
That a heart is sincere
And a heart is full of love