By The Guppy   kingsaladmonkey@hotmail.com
Date: 10 June 1999

cardiac salvation

tomorrows weeping minutes mend
the broken hearts of mice and men
that we might rise once again
for every heart we save

a moment passes, time rolls by
in candlelight and crimson sky
in sweet embrace, or angered lie
in every heart we save

it matters not the truth we share
the dreams we hold, the scars we bare
it matters only that we care
for every heart we save

for every broken self i pray
that the morrow brings a brighter day
that they will soon look back and say
my heart has been saved

my mind can't voice just what i feel
my brain can't help my soul to heal
but, i myself might be revealed
as a heart you saved