Where were you when my thriving dreams crashed with no savior?
Where were you when signs of solace reflected my behavior?
Where were you when my solitude became boring?
Where were you during my tough night, and my unwanted morning?
Where were you when even the human angels engaged with lies?
Where were you when my life turned vacant, a living hell?
Where were you when my happiness had no door and no bell?
Where were you? Did you think it was all well?
Where were you when every breath I take becomes a reminder of my torturous cell?
Where were you? And now, could you tell?
Could you tell that the torturous cell is my life and I'm held captive?
Where were you, when I wished my heart wasn't active?
Where were you when your face kept flashing in my eyes, and flickering in my mind?
Where were you when you’re the only reason to live, I could find?
Where were you when the lies between our laughs turned into a regretful catastrophe?
Where were you, when my life became a debt and my soul becomes a fee?
Where were you in all of this? I need an answer to cure my aching heart
Where were you when my agony, pain and melancholy decided to start?
My being is threatened by my foolish existence, and none of you care to listen
Where are you now? Do you even look up when your name I mention?

Walking through the dark pits of my thoughts, as I left the door open wide
To get rid of my pride
And find space for my conscious that has been left alone
As the tribal songs of my ancestors never changed a tone
Songs and chants that make us reflect upon our lives and our being
Songs that will let you listen to the emotion of what you're seeing
Listening to my empty life, trying to fill it with laughs and cries
But laughs and cries will not suffice
My heart feels my surroundings as they become a part of me
A part of my life, a part of my existency
My mind darkens with sunset, and beholds it's shine by morning
Everybody thinks that I'm content, but inside me I'm mourning
Mourning over my dead past
Over stages of my life that had to last
Mourning over harsh endings yet to come
Mourning over some and some
Life pressures you into a state till you become like water
So flexible, and forced to take the shape of your container
A container called society, till it darkens and freezes
Till nothing can move you like winds or breezes
Till you become cold as ice, because life has been cold to you
Till you become harsh inside, but whatever you do
You are still see-through
A fury of a thousand ages, dormant in your soul
A fury of a thousand more
A fury of a thousand more
Breaks my heart to hear the screams of the innocent, breaks my heart indeed
But my soul has to be fed, in order for me to feed
Broken wings never fly the outcome of my work
Thus for that I will never try, but I'll always have that smirk…