The Young Heart

And, the young heart we were born with labored with the lies and weights of the ages.
The young heart is still there but covered with the dust and dirt of the years. It longs to be young again, but every day is covered by more and more.
Should it give up and let the horrible bury it? Or, should it try to sing every day, like the birds of spring, regardless of the loathsome?
Cheer the young heart. Feel the young heart. Fight with your young heart.
Let the load slide to the side.
Light will be free to you, once more.