Don't you know?

The pump that keeps our blood-flow,

Is a wild creature,

Enclosed within bars of ribs as cages,

Struggling to break free,

Just to be shown and seen

This heart of ours,

Bursts with all sorts emotions;

A kind of beating expression;

An aggressive melody

It sings an endless anthem,

Proud with glee

Pulsating and beating,

With all it's might,

Stirring about,

Seeking to fight,

Just for its own very rights.