When the heart feels the red, Let it dwell in it, beat with it. Doesn't matter if it's the red of love, Or the red of rage. Doesn't matter if it's the red that leaves you maimed. Beat with it. Bleed with it. When the heart feels the black, Let it not dwell in it, skip that beat. Doesn't matter if it's the black of blame, Or the black of hate, Doesn't matter if it's the black of doubt in faith. Skip that beat. Let go please.