What will become of my thoughts if they tend to disappear ?
Coudn't they be melted with fear ?
In a heart filled with memories,
They will travel and face disease.

What will become of my thoughts if they stay heavy ?
Wouldn't they explode and fly heartless and free ?
I cannot explain all i cannot see.
'Cause thoughts remain of self , and what i meant to be.

What will i ever be if one day brings the change ?
Would i be okay ? Or where will i be send ?
I wish time, as passing by, might arrange
my feelings of a new start that are just the nearest end.

What will become of past ? Of pains ? Worries ?
Would all be exported to another countries ?
I wish to be forgot, like that i won't be able see.
But in the far of heart, what will become of me ?