Inside is a heart filled with despair;
I realized not everyone will care.
Sometimes you do not understand the day;
As my heart continues to beat, I wish some things would go away.
The quiet speaking heart is what works for me;
It is alive and giving, like a fruitful tree.
So when the pain arrives and attacks me,
Yes, this heart bleeds inside and still allows me to see.
I see hopes and dreams come true that are not far apart,
Deep down, I know what is in this heart.