The Heart

The heart is a strange thing. It will get betrayed, lied to, stomped on, ripped apart, torn to pieces, and still want to turn around and give you a hug. When do you get mad?! I want you to get mad. -Sonja Jackson, OpenHeartTin  


Sitting high, where you can't, take me under there. Well you got me, tired of fighting, take me where you lay. I will follow, please, be kind --- hide me from the rest, Now I see you, and I'm with you, hold my hand, we'll rest. -Sonja Jackson, OpenHeartTin