• heart The Land is my heart, the Moon is my soul, heart
    The Door is the pain, recovery's the Key,
    And everything He threw away...
    All belonged to Me...

    The Land is barren, cold and vast
    Where everything joins from the present and past.
    It constantly changes, each season a joy
    But only one person owns it, a very special Boy.

    The land of my Heart is frozen and cold
    Locked by a Door with a Key so old.
    And try as I might to open the door,
    The effort just Pains me all the more...

    One day the Key came on wings of Hope
    To Erase my Troubles-I couldn't cope.
    But the ribbon snapped and the key was Lost,
    So my heart lost all warmth and turned to Frost.

    Stuck in this land, I continue to Cry,
    Searching for Hope, I look to the Sky.
    The Moon looked back at me, veiled in Light,
    But I felt nothing but Sorrow; Suffering at night.

    When will the day come
    Where everything will me Fine?
    No heart could experience this Pain,
    No heart but Mine.

    There's a virus that intrudes, like the Sun up above,
    It's earned a well-known name; the name of Love.
    It's beautiful in ways, and sometimes it's not.
    But to me it's just plain Hideous- it caused my heart to Rot.

    There's no point in waiting for the Key anymore
    Because I've already walked out of the door.
    And the constant Whispers I seem to hear
    Have been replaced by Silence in my ear.

    As for the Boy that owned this Land,
    He sealed it shut with his own hand.
    And the harsh words he spoke weren't heard from afar,
    But will effect this Land and leave a deep scar.