The Heart of the World
By Lance Harris
I carry the heart of the world in my pocket
Most days I forget that it is there
Upon the days that I remember I have it
I try to do some good
I try to practice what I preach
I also feel guilty for all the days
I forgot that I carry it
I carry the heart of the world in my pocket
I sometimes retreat from the responsibility that brings
I carry the heart of the world in my pocket
I am trying to constantly remind myself
What I carry in my pocket
I carry the heart of the world in my pocket
I love that I can do this, but
I find it harder to carry somedays
I know how important it is to care for
And I sometimes get overwhelmed
I carry the heart of the world in my pocket
It is heavy somedays and light other days
Somedays it is colder than it should be
Somedays it brings me up
Somedays it brings me down
I carry the heart of the world in my pocket
I carry all the love, all the hate
I carry all the joy, all the sadness
I carry all the faith, all the fear
I carry all the hope, all the despair
I carry all that comes with the heart of the world
I carry the heart of the world in my pocket
And I know that whatever is troubling me
And whenever I feel sadness, or joy, or anger
I know that I am not the only one who
Carries the heart of world in the pocket
We all carry the heart of the world in our pockets
I do this and know I am loved
We do this and know we not we are not alone
We all carry the heart of the world in our pockets
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