dig at your heart i find a photo
it was like a ghost coming from absent
talking in whisper, saying one word
making your heart refluxing with red
and your face changing its white

i feared i said that is your love
that you can become a knight
and changing your kind into wild
you can carry the weapon to fight
you can not stop until you see your love
safe and live in happy and great fare

you said with low sound
,''stupid that man is you
and your love making me as lion
facing the dangerous with open chest
fighting the enemies and chasing them at fast

because i find a fresh air touching my heart
when i collected your photo to my chest"

Days, places, and history I'll never forget
Times, paces, and the closest I can ever get
No matter how many faces I see everyday
Yours is the one I want to bury in my chest

I sometimes wish
i could cement my beating chest,
so my heart would no longer bend and break
under the weight of my emotions.

Heaviness
The weight on my chest
Excessive flesh
A distinctive sign
Separating me
From the other men in the room

Dragging a bad situation
is like being stabbed in the middle of your collar bones
and slowly sliding it down your chest...

Tears I'm trying to hold back,
Pain that's stuck in my chest,
Words I want to shout,
Situations inside my head.

I'm trying with all my might,
this tears not to fall when you're on sight.
In my back I'm carrying a heavy load,
I think I'm gonna explode.