Buried

My heart’s been torn out of my chest.
Stomped upon by boots unclean.
And in the ground is laid to rest.
Numbly suspended in a dream.

I lie in wait for you to come.
Like something dead in the earth once hidden.
And I know not where you’re from,
Or how the story of your sadness written.

I hear your feet above the earth,
Where I lay beneath soiled ground.
And I know you will come forth,
If you can hear me, feel me, make a sound.

Then suddenly you hear the drum,
Of my hearts distant beating.
And upon your heartstrings I strum,
An emotion that is so often fleeting.

Finally, As you uncover me,
You discover my heart is still intact.
For now your love can set me free,
And never to sadness we look back.