Where is all that love I used to feel,
all the dreams and all the poems that I wrote to give?
I woke up one day and all was gone
and letters from the past seem to me so strange
I wonder if it was me or the words are rearranged…

My heart was warm and soft, it turned to stone,
my hands are cold, they can’t reach you anymore..
The night must’ve been so long that I turned out old,
and I walk into the light with courage and bare feet
I’ll hold my ground and won’t accept defeat…