A Place Called "My Heart"

I can see the future,
tomorrow's just the same.
Some say the morrow is a saviour,
maybe not for the hopeless and insane.

My head is filled with questions,
what ifs and thoughts of blue.
The answer came as one more riddle,
barely giving me some clues.

"Why raise me up to bring me down?",
this question haunts my mind.
My soul says, "Go", but I've been told
not to see with eyes so bold.

The night is like an archive,
a chest of countless memories.
Days are spent with endless yearnings.
My only need is to see the truth.

You gave me hope, a new beginning?
Your action haunts my heart.
The signs says, "Go", but what do they know
about the love and the life I've sewn?

Invite you in a place called "My Heart",
and tell me, what is it you see?
Take a little trip to "My Heart",
then give me one good reason why I should believe.