Are there any hearts of love
In this world except mine
Yes, and they shine the the stars above
On the warm nights of summertime
They are silhouetted and all eyes are drawn
And during the cold, harsh winter's blight
When it seems all hope is gone
They do not appear to have any light
Yet they still exist, they cannot be seen
Until they break through the black clouds of hate
For they cannot guide when no one is watching
So use you heart of love before it is too late
And let those who see the least to pray
And make a wish upon you to find their way
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I wrote this when I was 15...before I really understood that God was watching over me
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