In a corner I hide, waiting for the strength to run. In the corner I stay, never seeing a ray of sun. Here is where the remains will be found, of a person who was forever bound.
I lost count of the sacrifices made, In the grave of broken dreams, I have laid. I look up and see them laughing, They know how it ends, a life with no meaning.
A breath of relief when the darkness falls. With eyes wide open all I hear are calls. The calls of the world to find a way, Please help me before i decay.
I have fought the fight, I have seen the light. My only desire is to walk out alive. I have been thrown and dragged across the room, I have no strength, I accept my doom.
Lying face down, I feel the sand carving my skin. The birds pick my flesh, eating away my sin. Feeling free, I begin to float, Along the river in a beautiful boat.
Black and white, that's all I see. Where are the colours? that's where I want to be. Show me the path, lead me there. Carry me if you can, for I do not dare.
When you try to look and cannot see, That's the end, you are not meant to be. But there is hope, it's always been there, You will find it in you, inside your darkest deepest lair.
I say I am a loner, But that's a lie. What about the demons that hide inside? Never truly alone, It's voice I hear. Trying to escape, The end nowhere near.
His throat hurts from the screaming, No-one seems to care, Is he dreaming? People walk by him, without even a glance. The hour to save him is gone, There is no chance.
Could a simple song be enough, for me to drift into the dark nothing? Could a single word bring me back? I have but faith in the world, but would that be enough when the sweet melody beckons me?
Safe inside me was a child that smiled. Where has she gone, to the world I have lied. I see her disheveled, tired and pale. I sit beside her and listen to her tale.
"This is your place" says the voice in me, But when I look around it's darkness that I see. How can anyone live here? How can they survive? It's been a long time since I took the dive.
Everything seems bleak and wrong, Back then, I could sing the most happy song. I try to sing or the least talk, But I write what I feel and silently walk.
Is it fire or man, that destroys the world? If it's fire, why do I feel so cold? Who knows the answer, I wonder. If it's man, will he confess and surrender?