When nobody cares what's going inside
your heart in moments you need to feel care
when you are supposed to be satisfied
at least when somebody notice you're there...

and you want to scream and let go the fear
but something has hanged in you on a string
and you want to feel the hug, and comfort
yourself with the same bizarre haunting thought

that you lead a life, full sunshine and light
that cannot be led by someone who's blind

you comfort yourself that you hear the birds
and voices, and music a deaf person don't

you comfort yourself you can easily achieve
the peak of a hill of which ******* dream

you comfort yourself that you feel the life
with all its misfortunes and cravings and trials
and when you're sitting at sunset on shore
you know the path of the sun's chosen your
unapparent figure as aim of its tour

and feeling of life can pierce to the bone
when you tries to fancy where're people who've gone...