I ask, what do I portray?
What reason, what cause
Bind me to this play?
To live and die, simply because?

When it began or end one day;
Whether this is all it ever was;
If it not go another way;
Or it stay, forever, like it was.

Who would answer my deepest fears?
Who could explain this death parade?
Please, I beg, catch the tears
Caused by life's mystery parade.

Answers, I seek, that heal the wounds.
Silence answers and plunders what's left.
Thus the ignorance then surrounds
The Last of Hope, now lost in theft.