In a dark box begging for oxygen
thinking of nothing other than freedom
There alone with a crying lady and a quiet one
Feeling so cold
Effected by the terror I assumed
Looking at the small holes
Hoping for a sign
A man to open this door
Screaming at my face while I'm stealing some oxygen
Or a car
A car to take me home
Although it gonna be my father's
Screaming again while I'm wishing for a bed
But no nothing of that..
Stayed for almost four hours doing the same
But not getting any..
I got nothing to do just to think whose fault is that..
I said it's mine,
But then after I imagined the same seen in another country
Any other one..
After imagining that seen in any other community..
Any other one..
It's not my fault anymore, it's the community's
But then my father disagreed..
No wonder..
He's a part of it, I'm a part of it..
Not trying to make it long,
it's my fault after all..