How many times have you sat in a library not looking for a book?
Just to pass the gloomy time morosely.
Neither the trees nor the birds,
can help you feel the love or godly.

He looks just as pale as a snake's shed skin,
whole world is silent but he is screaming in his mind.
Neither an illness nor his beloved kind,
he was wronged by his own kin.

He is calm but the heart is wild,
would you not feel the same if you were to never see the light?
Life is short but it's longer in an hourglass,
just to find a home that he never had.

Time will fly like a colony of birds.
Scars won't hurt but will grow old.
Hair would turn just as grey as his heart,
which would be restless with an empty hole.

One cold morning when the lake would shiver
by the whisper of the wind.
He will kiss the light and get covered in white,
body would turn to ashes near a sacred river.

No one but the undertaker would ask
Is it worth it to tame a broken heart?
The word would spread like a stone in a storm
And they would say, "It was nothing but a twist of fate."