Here in the darkness where I hide,
where sunshine would not reach.

Where all the happiness in the world I abide,
emotions I refuse myself to teach.

I'm all alone anyway, what's the purpose?

The oppressed says,
"I'm dying, I'm dying, I'm infinitely suffering."

The oppressor says,
"Aren't we all?"

You chased and hunt me down.
Kept running after me 'til sundown.

What is it that you want from me?
I'm just a nobody.

Don't you agree?

Who am I to you, dear stranger?
A lone stranger too.

Someone you can't believe in,
Someone you can't love.

Someone so full of sin,
Someone who fell from above.

It is in poetry that I see
the flight of the birds,
the colors of beauty.

It is in poetry that I hear
the precious melodies
that people hold dear.

It is in poetry that I feel,
all of the feelings
that never got to heal.

I'm breaking down,
breaking alone.

The pain seeps through me,
straight through my bones.