I was out and abound in the world that was selfish for its own need
were they keep those precious gems in a casket for no chance to shine
a dawn of the daybreak, the gleam was covered with shattered fear
a hue inside of an innocent’s heart so precious, so gentle, so refined
waiting to burst but afraid to be defaced, to be destroyed, hated, forgotten

Heart has change.

I've taken time to love those who in return, and with nothing to return
it bewilders me to see that everything I do wasn't normal anymore
I've broken a branch of a tree that wasn't meant to be touched
I've forgotten those I've manifested to be me
I have change me.

And now everything seems to be almost in its final place
my only hope is to lift my head up high and gaze, that I might see
the path where everybody is blind, and dream that everybody had ignored
and only if I can begin again.

If only I can.