(An early poemem found in Bible2, Chap. 97 in the "Book of Pot")
By he that is now known as "The Keeper of Friendship"
When my car is in collision,
and the spraying glass makes an incision
deep enough for the blood gush to start,
you can have my heart.
When circumstances say
that death will have it's way
and you need a spare body part,
you can have my heart.
If "He I can not save."
is what the doctors rave
and they have you on the cart,
you can have my heart.
Untill I'm in the grave
I will not be the slave
to one who wants to rip my soul apart.
You can't have my heart.