As I walk through these gates ahead, I am left, I am left; I am left behind. In this cold world when there is nothing but regrets, I fall to my knees to pray, all I can say is why?
As the beauty shines from up above, I am alone in fields of thorns, waiting on a sign. In a land of darkness, I am searching for true love, But there is nothing out there to be found, all the flowers have died.
The roses I carry are wilting away, The basket I made has holes throughout. The hope I once had will never find me again And as I fall I can no longer carry on, there is too much to doubt.
When I look up into the night sky, All I see is an empty galaxy; we are alone in this life. A single moon shines down upon me from way up high, But I am without direction, because I am left broken And I am without light.
My soul is calling out; wishes are the only words I have left. I need to find myself a place where only I exist. This place of humanity is without, all promises, never said. As the darkness surrounds me I am buried by my regrets.
A haunting voice whispers in the wind And I can hear the shadows calling my name. A single whisper that is forever becoming, Ten thousand voices; echoes remain.
Bones are all I have beneath my skin, I have ejected all my feelings onto paper. When the moon disappears behind a black cloud I begin, To close my eyes, I vanish beneath, The words that I shoutedβ¦into the never.