You hide from the world
To afraid to look at yourself...

Oppressed, exploited, slavery
The homeland of our ancestors...

A young mother who loves
her baby living in poverty...

As I lie here I wonder if I was gone
Would you miss me...

To live without air
To sing without a voice...

It has stopped beating
it makes no sound...

I wise man once said to me
"the man whom spends his life searching for...

The winter wind pushes through the crowds
Another gloomy day awaits...

I see a boy
standing there...

I suppose it was my fault
that this all fell apart...

The demons from my past
Have returned to reignite the fear...

Feeling dizzy
feeling weak...