Or matters of the heart…
It is the dream that once shined like the sun but then burned down to ashes
My heart matters or matters of my heart
It is placing all your faith and hope in a pair of hands that are not your own
But at last you learn some praying hands are praying for your down fall
Your heart matters and matter of fact
Love is sweet like sugarcane, salty like teardrops and bitter like rusted metal. Matter of fact love is a shelter from the rain or a walk in the lake of flames
all depending on the matters of their heart.