Tekster: Sylver. Heal My Heart.

A suffering scount can not be loved
an empty hand has lost its trust
forsaken by luck, forsaken by men
before a heart breaks it has to bend

A troubled mind will silently shout
a bleeding body is no way out
forsaken by luck, forsaken by men
before a heart breaks it has to bend

Heal my heart
make it shine again
let the wings of love take us home again

Heal my heart
make it whole again
bring my innermost fears to end my fried