Every morning I close my eyes,
And every night I open them.
Every time when thunder strikes,
I feel completely overwhelmed.
There is something inside of me,
Which brings me near to death.
There is something in my mind,
Which does not make me feel so well.
My body aches,
And the pain ever grows.
What I feel,
Nobody knows.
The story from life to death,
Stops for a while.
Now, I am neither dead nor alive,
I wish I could again be a stubborn child.
I cry in pain,
For I know the end is near.
I pray for death to take me away,
For it is life that I fear.
Jun 18, 2017
Jun 18, 2017 at 12:29 PM UTC
Every morning I close my eyes,
And every night I open them.
Every time when thunder strikes,
I feel completely overwhelmed.
There is something inside of me,
Which brings me near to death.
There is something in my mind,
Which does not make me feel so well.
My body aches,
And the pain ever grows.
What I feel,
Nobody knows.
The story from life to death,
Stops for a while.
Now, I am neither dead nor alive,
I wish I could again be a stubborn child.
I cry in pain,
For I know the end is near.
I pray for death to take me away,
For it is life that I fear.
