Like the last beam
Manifold objectI've learned to live with blindfolded eyes.
One day as i woke and couldn't see,
Knew i'd spend the rest of my life in disguise.
Only seeing the thorns which took my sight,
If you thought a blindman can't see.
Each day mourning : "this is not right",
Who would have thought it'll fall on me.
It's not easy yet it's not so hard either,
Sometimes it's lesspainful to live behind a veil.
It's not that dark atmosphere neither,
All the shapes just seem so pale.
With bitter im my empty gaze around,
Yet accepted my lonesome dark destiny.
Blindness for me in it's self is no bound,
Just the cold dripping tears day after day.
If someone only know how desperate,
Is my lust for the light out there.
Thought i know i'll never gonna get it,
But in the end of my journey i'll stop to stare.
Again back to unconsciousness,
To the everlasting dream...
Again back to unconsciousness,
Light changed to obscurity...
Once more i closed my eyes and slept,
N longer will i wake up from this dream.
This departure from here made made me weep,
I'm suddenly gone like the last beam.