The Heart Of A Tree

One day the sun shines and warmth fills my home, then the next, rain spends the day. I am constantly changing my mind as to which side of the windows I want to be on. My house feels dark and quiet today. No matter which songs I put on the stereo, none of them are sad enough to give me hope. I want to hear a song that will tear my heart out of my chest and force me to look at it. To open it up and count the rings like a fallen cedar tree. None of this should be misinterpreted as sadness. I want my heart out of my chest. I want to look at it and see what makes it work. I want to have it in my hands so that I can present it to you.