Mind and heart, the world is divided into just two parts. Body is shivering, but stubborn stands, my heart. You tangled your soul in the hands of the mind. I shuffle securities to get words out of the mouth of my heart. Mind is always a child, if you wanna try—nothing compares to the grip of the heart. Money stands for nothing if desires are kicked out of the heart. I observe the dance of the brain's both sides; neither can read what's off the chart. I don't want—I hold an ocean of love; to pass it to whom owns it is the pinched urge of my heart. What's to cry about? In time, you'll get to live the story's new parts.