They say, they are with us
they say, they care
but in the middle of night
as you wake up
you are all alone  
                          
                   Everyone have their own dilemma
                   Everyone have things they care
                   Everyone have their priorities
                  you might not always be chosen over other
                   in fact they might not even bother
                  Through the lonely days and lonely nights
                  you are all alone


to million of dreams
to trillion of journey
you have to walk all by yourself
through the hurdles and struggles
you are all alone

                            At the end of the day
                           we are a individual, a soul
                           No matter how much we deny
                           Life is a journey
                         And we are travelling all alone.

Hearing the echoes
Madness grows
The years of my sinning
Teach me to show
A heartless feeling
Of pain and regret
These wounds were opened
Like lines in the sand

For the darkness
Has broken our homes
All that we wished for
Like fools on a rope
I can feel it
The desperate control
A burning passion
When love takes it's toll
Yet souls have a reason
And I won't let go

Heartbeat limps
into my ears as I perfunctorily
greet your memory.
The slate of recollection wiped
clean
by a year-long flood.
Good.
Passersby on the street - your
memory and me.

Heartbeat finally caught
up to steady-drum-wit.

I'm glad, I am glad now -
you exist
only as a breath-steam image
on my glasses.

I got a new pair this year
so I could see more clearly.

I can feel your fingertips
touch my soul
even if i am alone
i can still feel your love
and if i touch the sky
i dont know why
but maybe there is hope again
for someone that lives in despair