There are times when
I feel like a pawn.
The last pawn
On a board of chess.

Would you come for
This pawn?...It's hopeless.
Surrounded by knights
And looking meaningless.

Would you turn your back
On this pointless pawn?
Who has no turning back
Just moving ahead
And feeling almost dead?

I know you would.
'Cause you're afraid…
You're alike the last leaf
In an old tree,
Craving to fall
In someone's hand…
And so your memories
Would never be forgotten
In the end.

I know what you might say.
Too late denying your fate
All your life was painted in grey.
Crows are flying
In circles
Above your head
Singing
Funeral songs and believing
They saw your cross
On top of a hill.

I know…
You feel scared.
Your mind is stained
With the ****
Of that Pawn.