Crawl

Welcome I said to the rain as it was filling my soul,
Welcome I said to the pain as it was coming, as I crawl.
I felt warm tears, falling down my face,
I felt the end near, as I was crawling to the door, it was another race.
I was left alone, the weakest person in the space,
On a race with the Time and Death, waiting for some grace.
Now, I just crawl, crawl to the nearest door.
The door wont bring any good, nothing good at all,
But I guess there is still hope at me,
maybe just a spot, but thats better than not at all.
I want a way out of this, a way that wont bring pain,
A puddle of blood was there already, liking from my vein.
I did it with a hope it will help, but it didnt bring release at all,
It was just another wound on my hand, another pain before the fall.
I cant say I am empty, there are still things in there,
Pain, tears, sadness and sorrow, and a hope that someone will care.
That someone is just a figure in the night,
with no face nor heart,
It is a mystic, still unknown, but the person brings hope, hope for a new flight
Now, I just crawl, crawl to the nearest door.
Hoping someone will open it, help me stand up tall.
Heal the wounds on my heart and hand, heal the wounds before the end...