A golden heart

A golden heart, hidden behind walls,
Trapped in a prison of bars and halls.
An innocent soul, pure and true,
Longing to break free, to start anew.

But the walls are high, and the bars are strong,
And the heart beats on, with a sorrowful song.
For it knows that it is meant to shine,
And that deep inside, it is truly divine.

But still it beats, with a steady pace,
Hoping that one day, it will find its place.
For the golden heart is not meant to be trapped,
But to spread its light, and its love to be snapped.

So let us break down these walls, with our love and our care,
And let the golden heart, finally be free to repair.
And let its light shine, for all to see,
The beauty and wonder, of an innocent soul's destiny.
©angelicface