The purest of hearts

The purest of hearts

are the most battered

For nothing truly lasts.

For so long, whatever mattered,

is only a fragment of imagination,

a fleeting oasis, melting snow.

But through this, search for redemption.

True. Life is hard. Blow after blow.

But you can forge a rainbow road

for you were given the gift of strength,

to endure, to reach your abode

Be brave to dare. Act, to whatever length,

Do whatever it takes, and relax

Enjoy life. It's a Mozart,

Good things will come to you in sacks

For you have, a pure heart.

But through this, search for redemption.