It is April 1998 and Jonathan is 18
It’s my heart
It’s my soul
So I dare to live what it takes
to live it out full?
What does it mean?
What life I lead
Where am I carried
Why does it matter to all them
Whether or not it all ends up at me
Where is my heart?
Where are you?
I want to cry but don’t have the words
I want to tell my story but don’t feel the song
I want to sing the future but don’t know where
to find the tears
I want to live the passion with all my
heart in what I am doing.
When will I come home?
Where will my home be?
Why can’t I reach out to hold it now?