Whilst stuff rushes on the horizon
With no easy way coping with
Whereas finest is never as much
In each shot down the ground I end up
Feeling like a fighter Pawned by an order
Dared not to ask why, dared not to wonder
With narrowed vision of the next rising sun
I breath each day in an ordeal
Nevertheless at this moment I ask why,
Coz I don’t understand
Breathing an existence without a hint
Concerning past or tomorrow
It would be too late I know
But I can’t get up, not yet
Why go on? Now I search for reason
Defiant you may call
But I ask You only one and for once
Show me why and make  me go on