Obsessed with your skepticism
obsessed with your lineage
obsessed with your bitterness.
Why limit your capabilities and
fear what you do not understand?
Always trying to maintain appearance
in public so afraid what would others
think of you.
Returning back to this abandoned place
felt like resting.
Tranquil wind could be heard like a silent
mourn to an abandoned castle.
Trees, roots and soil cover what was great
once before.
I pray for you, i hope for the change in your heart.