Heart Song

There's a rhythm in my soul; an old lullaby I know. It flows likt the Mississippi- the old folk tune of a hippie with the bass of Congo drums, O my heart it gently hums. There's a song behind this wall that guards my heart- a lonely call. Always wanting, but afraid to sing. My cag-ed sould spreads wide its wings. And the song my heart once heard flew away just like a bird.