How Many Hearts Can They Stop

From this day on, I`m going to leave my heart at home, with you Mum, not to get burnt, mangled or stollen. I admit I lie to it when the dark wings pay me a little visit, at least my dreams are honest. Each time I see the Sun you tell me about the age before the horsemen came. Is the bread much stroger than flesh, the fabric can stand the fire, may the clay rise as fortress? I forgot the signs of life, Mum, sing to me, stop the sickle of time!