Departed is my soul;
that fled ages ago,
from my mind and my heart,
in angst and sorrow,
chained by the perplexities of tomorrow,
I drag myself to my salvation,

pain is what defoliates me internally,
I defenselessly weaken my strengths and stumble on my own burdens;
stammer on my words and live in my past full of regrets,
for I may have erred;
which is why I am compelled to think of desolation,

since I fear to lose my companions and the people I adore the most;
i am shattered and feel no more,
all my once ecstatic energy fades,
yet I believe there is much to decipher;
to untie the knots within me,
and to mend my frail and lost soul.