That thing in your chest,

It's so uncontrollable.

Some keep it guarded,

Some leave it vulnerable.

That thing in your chest.

It's so uncontrollable.

Some peoples crumble.

Others are malleable.

That thing in your chest.

That heart you love to give away,

That muscle you keep in a cage,

Some say it rules the mind.

Some say it speaks the truth.

It can lead you astray,

It can tear you down, and lift you up

Just high enough above the clouds,

That if by chance you were to fall,

That fragile muscle would surely break.

Some say it lights your path,

It can guide each step you take.

Some gave theirs away,

And were given one in exchange,

While some never get theirs back

After placing it in someone's hands.

Some say it can come in different forms.

Some say its beautiful.

Some say its made of gold.

Some say its tough and its cold like a stone.

Some tell you to have one,

Some tell you to follow it.

Some tell you to guard it,

And to never ever open it.

Some say letting people in

Is worse than death itself.

Sometimes the people you let in

Destroy it from the inside out.

Some say time can heal it,

Some say love is like a glue

That can pick up broken pieces,

And make it good as new.

Some keep theirs at home,

Some keep theirs on their sleeve,

But those of us who've pinned it there,

Know that's not the safest place for it to be.

That thing in your chest

Its always changing

Sometimes it feels amazing,

Sometimes its breaking.

That thing in your chest.

Everyone's trying to heal it.

Some lay it at the cross,

Where there's rest for the wounded.

Some try to do it alone,

And die in the process.

That thing in your chest.