Wisely, O Gentle Heart

From the day the infant opens his eyes to the world

He starts to know what life is;

As the infant becomes a child, a man

Sometimes he is overwhelmed by what he sees.

Much of pain and some joy, and

Too much of confusion and doubts

He has to live through, fighting a lonely battle

Surrounded by many a smiling, jeering faces.

His gentle heart becomes timid

And, afraid to love again

He goes into a shell....

Wisely, O Gentle Heart,

Choose what you wish to keep,

For all are not the same;

The ones that hurt you are best forgotten.

Wisely, O Gentle Heart,

Try to love again.