Alone

Cold, misery,

pain, solitude

and a desperate cry in my soul

I feel locked in a room

where there's a small window from where

I can see the real world

a world I don't belong to anymore

I don't feel like living in this world anymore

because I've got no more power to get out of here

just 'cause living is someone else's privilege

Now the only thing I got is

the window, the mud, the cold, the pain

and an ajar door more dammed than the other ones

I've opened in my whole life

You've gone way too far

your soul ain't yours no more

the bridge between life and death's been destroyed

by the fear of living and being yourself

I also have some hope left

hoping someday someone'll reach out

his hands thru the window

and get me out of here

I've opened ways inconsequently my entirely life

now my destiny is to walk through these trails