There are tombs with gloom traces
Of fear in the far sighted eyes...
My catastrophe; my faith,
I'm a little lost in this world...
Holy Sin breaking every moment,
Love never tells a lie when it's only exile...
I'm not so scared of pain
I'm more frightened by an ache...
It curls its mitts around my throat
And threads its doubts into my veins...
I’ve started this journey,
not knowing where to go...
I haven’t seen the sun
My world is blanketed in dark clouds...
I'm open, I'm hoping,
this isn't the real me...
There was a little girl,
Just over there...
My face tells a sad story;
a tall tale and a series of unfortunate events...
Some days
I am okay...
It's said by a simple man,
it is what it is...