Somebody to clean my heart!

Young people can seize all the opportunities with the speed of the age. The spring is more beautiful in childhood than later when the worries are wandering unabashed.
But now it's spring, rejuvenation and revival. The trees are in blossom and are perfuming the atmosphere without even asking to be admired.
Who doesn't love the spring? You are feeling the impulse to run and to cry the joy.You want to share it but something, a strange barrier, is blocking this desire.
Where have you got this heart from? It is a heavy one that needs to be pushed to see the splendor.
I want my former heart back! The clean one! The heart which knows and likes and wonders!