Warrior Heart
The rain is pouring and my heart is drowning
But it struggles and fights to learn to swim;
Bending its shape to its wet surroundings
It reaches an isolated shore,
And once again it morphs to be able to breathe,
The oceans breeze from his little bloody core.
Oh my warrior heart, how do you do that so?
I vow to keep you safe, so you don't have to strain to transform.
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