Shape of my heart

I opened the door of my car, sat down slowly I turned the music on as I started the engine and drove my way. I opened the windows, the air was cold so I covered my head with the cape of my sweatshirt covering my eyes to the beholder but keeping my impression to myself, keeping me warm as the song softly played..

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart

I kept it running on and on as my wheels rolled round and round as me was whirling upside down. I knew I wasn't alright, my eyes were staring forward driving through the chaotic Cairo streets, I was not at peace, I was numb. Music went slowly as well as my reactions to my surrounding as my wheels rolled my mind kept on thinking and thinking.

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart

I sang along the chorus with sting, my heart was like a guitar string that was just strum silently. Drove south all the way slowly passing through crossroads and still lights. I looked up to God with eyes full of bitterness and a heart full of hate, I knew something was not right in me and I should open up and talk, but I couldn't. I wanted to cry but my tears didn't want to rain down on such a time.

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart

Oh God