Oh, my heart
When in need, I call you, I hear … silence
Oh, my heart, is doubting
Yet I keep hoping that somehow you hear me
Oh, my heart, keeps trusting
Have I done you wrong? Perhaps, you’re ignoring me, my God
Oh, my heart, is aching
There you go again, putting obstacles in my way
Oh, my heart is fuming
Then you turn around and bless me with good fortune
Oh, my heart, my heart, is dancing
When one or two doors closes, you keep opening more
Oh, my heart, is chanting
With tough love, you build me stronger each time
Oh, my heart, keeps loving
You’ve been my shield, protecting me at all times
Oh, my heart, is thankful
Introvertedly Quirky 
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