when your heart stops beating, you’re dead
we walk around every day with this little engine
pumping away without any instruction, just a purpose
how much do we care for it?
how often do we break it?
or take for granted that it will always do its job
how precious is this little engine
and how uncertain is our time on this earth
your heart, from the first beat to the last
is continuously operating in its purpose
but what about the person who the heart gives life
don’t die before your heart stops beating
live as steadfast as your little engine does
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