Memories of a Heart
Dead memories haunting the drifting mind,
Stories and things it never wanted to find.
Yet they burn themselves into the heart they taunt taunt.
Dead memories of things it still does want.
Yet they seem forever out of reach.
Dead memories of lessons to preach.
Lessons guiding others away from the path he took.
All the while hiding his wistful look.
No matter how much of it he manages to hide.
He can't seem to tame this pain inside.
Yet he never manages to fall apart.
From the dead memories of a broken heart.
Words of a Heart
Breathe in, breathe out.
Whisper the words that your heart shouts.
Who would you tell all those things inside?
Breathe in, breathe out.
Who would you tell all your hopes and dreams?
Say the words that your heart says.
Breathe in, Breathe out.
Scream the words that your heart whispers.
Tell them what you think.
Breathe in, breathe out.
Tell them what you feel
Whisper the words that your heart cries
Breathe in, breathe out.
Say the words that your heart whispers.
Say those words of love.
