I look at the front
I can't recognize the road...
I look at my back
I can't help but cry...
I glance at the sides
I'm alone...
Alone.

I can't scream
I lost my voice...
I can't cry
It won't change a thing...
I can't move
Fighting is futile...

Hope...
Where is my hope?
I can't remember what
I can't remember when
I can't remember why

Hope...
It's a foreign word