The pillars of my hope soar high Dreaming of you as this soul's harbor Yet every tempting whisper of your flattery Is but a mirage in a barren field The wind of fear roars in my chest Because too often this soul has broken If later the dawn does not great me I can no longer endure the storm of tears My tongue freezes , bound by silent chains Locking tighly the heart's struggling turmoil I am reluctant to crawl back from the abbys of loneliness After great difficulty patching up old wounds Thus i decide to anchor in silence Swallowing the bitterness of distance as a fortress for myself Because it is better to remain at the edge of the night Than to be completely burned by the fire of a promise