Listen to your heart, the voice that whispers low
To walk barefoot in muddy paths, to lie beneath a screen of stars
To run your hands in waters cold and watch the Sun turn
crimson gold
Listen to your heart, the wishes made in jest
The wishes that are pressed quite down, beneath your sea of
doubts they drown
A dream to travel the world carefree, what’s there to dream,
your dreams are free
Listen to your heart, the times when it is touched
To watch a sparrow build a nest, to hear someone who speaks
with zest
To smell the warmth of summer air, to watch young children
learn to share
Listen to your heart, the words it wants to say
You may not lead the life you want, but live the life you
lead
And watch the ordinary life you have, turn extraordinary
Live moments in a fashion that, in future reveries
That list of wishes you’d made yourself are a list of
memories
