Below The Tree line

Below the tree line, I wish to find, a heart that beats to the same beat as mine.

In the darkness I will look, in search to take back what others took.

Do you see my heart? I have not much left. These past few years I've been gasping for breath,

but here I stand on my own two feet, rebuilding my puzzle, piece by piece.

Even though I have failed before, thru hell and back, I will endure.

So In time I will give this heart of mine, somewhere safe, below the tree line.