A dark soul seeking for death
a baby crying for help
a sword looking for a sheath
and an old man looking for his glasses
all this happen in every dark night that passes by
when the darkness fills the sky
i imagine of a soul looking for death
he doesn't want to live as is
a sword looking for a sheathe
a sword wants to rest for a while
and be kept to a dark room
for he would be paying for all the blood which was marked in his soul not only by itself
an old man looking for his glasses
he can never find it
he will never see it
for his glasses would fool him
for what he only sees is the girl of his life
not a new beginning
but living only a life of sorrow
with the glasses which was broken
I... myself
would be a sword looking for a sheath
i want to pay all the things that I've done wrong
even though they forgive me, i think it's not enough
specially the hearts I've hurt
the minds i hypnotized
the words i said
and relationships i have broken...
