I run and hide
No longer clinging
To my pride

Away from public
And judgmental eyes

The world is cold
The humans are harsh

So off i go
I'll start with a march

But not to fight
I have little might

For the day i was born
A sinner was born.

So many problems i had to face.
Death,loss, and Loneliness
Ive learn to face my fears
And hold back the tears

Fore that i am upon myself
I count on myself

Life (or lies)can not hurt me
The world can not see me.

I hide from the light
And try not to embrace it