So many tears; nobody 's there.
Consolation and relief, are all worthless lies...

Drifting back to the past of no you,
I dwelled in a hell, in my guardian angel's...

My keen starring at the past;
is quaking my dreams of the future...

At the time of adversity galore,
bitterly he cries...

TALENTS IN SLUMBER:
Children of wearied giant mother...

Righteousness is making a loud cry.
Calling the service of humanity...