From my beating heart I cannot hide,

It sees my false smile from inside,

It knows when I am telling lies,

It's listening now, so best be quiet.

From my beating heart there's no escape,

I can't pretend, nor can I fake,

It knows my loves, it know my hates,

It's on the job before I wake.

From my beating heart there's no relief,

No masquerade, no way to cheat,

No make-believe, no self-deceit,

It's on the square, with every beat.

© Joseph G Dawson