Down the hall and to the left

You’ll find a beating heart

In case of ice, meant to keep it apart

From the one it wants the most

You’ll hear it, in the dead of night

When the dreams turn to nightmares

And when the crying stops

It will whisper

Of old memories

And the feel of warmth

Of surprises

And the gift to carry on

And when you hear it in the night

Do not be dismayed

For that thumping

Hidden from the wicked therein

Will keep beating

Until it knows free will