‎When my heart forgot and scream,
‎It echoes through the mind and soul
‎With trembling voice unseen,
‎Yet standing still outside,
‎Keeping pain and hope locked,
‎In dismay, in the dark,
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‎When my heart refuses to heal,
‎It moves quiet, and still,
‎Fragile but strong, soft but hard
‎Blooming in the dark, swelled up in light,
‎While singing a song, of the void,
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‎When my heart forgot to overcome
‎And still lie low on the floor,
‎Shattered in pieces, looking faded,
‎It hum in silence, rising slow,
‎Moving in patience, beating low,
‎In tears and ache of lost love,
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‎When my heart forget to heal
‎And tangled on a single rop
‎It recalls the pain and whispers low
‎It retakes the memories of gentle cold,
‎And then moves in rhyme, a little bit,
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‎And when my heart finally start to glow,
‎I refuses to hear the voice behind,
‎Moving ahead, matching on,
‎With heads high, gazing bright,
‎Beating Smooth, with crescent hight,
‎Standing tall, bold and still