I carry baggages of what I used to be
of what I was born and reborn with
From melancholic dreams, I'm a castaway
I sailed through the storms of memories
but oceans of bitterness chased and chained me

I am framed in steel, caged in bars
guarded by haunting ghosts of the past
I can no longer see what the future holds
I can no longer hear cries from my souls
Someone must've dragged them back to abyss