Sitting alone on a desperate call for hope, nothing seems to collide in good fortune. Lied down green pastures, closed to the mind of tasteless love. Feeling be-sided, always trouble minded, nothing seems to call me forward. Destiny is set in front of me, heaven has closed its gates on me, sadly influential, my fate is a lonesome calling. Shout with a cry for exception, nobody hears my denied doom. Narrow minded and
shallow thoughts have captured my soul within.
