Above the mountains under the valleys
Hidden in the shrubs rolling into balls
Bruised and battered from west to east
I hear my broken heart feebly calls

The lingering of my bitter past
That stories of mine were never told
Through the events cracked and crushed
The broken heart in me remains cold

The burning flame in my every gaze
With my veins entangled and frozzen
Mumbling my prayer till my last breathe
Hoping the steps I take are not artificial

There is no exit in this dark place
Where my memories hiddenly reside
Nothing is left for my heart to trace
When my heart itself is broken inside