A loneliness steals into me. I make all the noise I can to cover the silence inside of me. That core is as secret as Tutankhamen's tomb used to be, before John Carter decided to rip it.
Mine - it is still a secret...
Like the tin man, I feel not that my heart is alive.
It's songs are unheard. Its wonders unfelt.

There seems to be no chink in the armour around it, that i can widen and get into.
But suddenly, I feel someone sitting in there, calling out to me.
Who is it?
Who found the way in there without my knowledge or permission?
Who dares?
But....
I still can't find the chink in the armour around my heart?
How did that person find a way inside my heart when I knew not the way myself?
Maybe one day, I shall find the answer to that...
Till then, I shall guard this secret and maybe find the voice of my heart,
the one that has fallen silent for so long....