Cries without a sound
Love has yet to be found
Soul has just been bound
But buried deep deep down
Tried to dig what's buried underneath
Is there something left to breathe?
Why is love hard to keep?
Or is it not what I seek?
Does it even exist?
Or do I have to believe?
Or have I just been deceived?
Ah, so love is not I can achieve
What's a pen when you can't write?
What are eyes when you just hide?
But hush, hush now to the lonesome night
Everything will be alright