'Still there' by art+power

On the telly this morning,

There was an old man with white hair,

Who had a heart attack

His body heart was buried in a box

But his feelings went into the flowers that he grew,

And the scent of his garden is still there

Think about the life I want, my life,

And then hear the word I always hear: No.

Other people want to rule me

But they can’t take all my heart away

I put out my feelings from there and it spreads

From one person to another one

To everyone

And I feel stronger and all of us who are weak get closer and closer

Everything is bigger and wider

And in all this strength, everywhere,

My heart is still there.