There's a place where I used to be
Nothing but the man I once was
Could watch the sea and swim with my heart
Free of bounds that could make it die
But you see,

You know I care about those feelings in me
You know they dwell - so sore, looking the warm of your heart
There's no such pain that can make me forget them
The will of you has overpowered the will of being alive

I keep on fighting against my fragile heart
Because there's no good thing for it but the silence
Where I cannot speak - even to myself
Where I am lonely with crushed walls

What If I were to let it cry
What If I were to let it die
For what else I am right now to myself?
Than the foolish seeker of a burning illusion?