Did you know that hearts may soar?
Far and wide, places so high.
Dancing and playing with joy, prancing and playing coy.
Mountains and rivers they cross with fervor.
Rest upon a tree, singing happily.
They fly here, they fly there.
Freedom within their reach, hopping about the beach.
Carefreely enjoying the mundane, flying they would do again.
Pain without rain, they would feign.
Hearts soar high, unable to be tied.
They've seen many hellos and goodbyes.
No matter where they go they always have a home.
So go far hearts, have your march.
Then come back home if your too tired to roam.