Oh we carry hearts of stone
We stay like this till we turn to bone
The pain we carry all alone
And the world thinks we are grown
We think to change but are somehow chained
Things to worry like what we have attained
And what was the purpose of
world again
Oh yeah to judge
Hearts of stone don't hold such grudge
They destory themselves, so they will
Wind may blow harder or remain a little still
Will it be a scary course or turn into
a rainbowtale
Guess we will find out on our way, for now I must go sail.
_NYK
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem