My heart cries out my soul is among the stars, It is a matter of the heart. How shall i go in peace without sorrow?, Not without a wounded spirit shall i leave. Long were the days i spent in pain, i spent them inside the walls. Shall my heart become heavy and shall my desires overflow, like a fountain? It is a matter of the heart. My spirit and my love has walked among many faces as light and shadow. Yet now it cries aloud unto you and now stands revealed, It is a matter of the heart. The tears fall upon my breast the earth shakes, the secrets and matters of the heart shall be forever known, Knowledge that is a fragment of life's heart. Speak not to me of matters of the heart, for the gates have been flung open and i pray for silence in my soul.