The tears had me in the wilderness,
With great care I had accepted,
No honor bound for repentance,
No glory rewarded for pain.
I insisted like I'd become a mist,
Been accepted but had vanished,
With my eyes presence made great horror,
I did nothing, I despair.
As awakened by death casted,
I had faced his great and undying madness,
Let be shown to the world my mind vile,
Let be shown to the living my ending.
Opted with vast space I had seen,
Neither thousand dreams nor realms,
It'll vanish my mind says,
Hoping melancholy will fade away.
Like a chronicle of most praised hymns,
I sang a song without words muttered,
I had danced to no rhythm,
And accepted tyranny beyond compare.
With such joy, with great sorrow;
Had I been the best or worst?
I did ask myself so many times,
Vetoed my rights doomed deeply unto the sand.
Tomorrow's presence will take me away,
Regrets of the future will be bounded by illusion,
Great regrets, worst despair will be lost,
Mind and soul be one forever.
