A stranger sat down in the booth beside me,
But his face I could hardly see...

To worship the foot steps you walk,
please sit with me so we can talk...

If I had to express myself to you what could I...
I guess I am truely both hunter and prey...

Enslaved to the Gods to do this one thing,
to spool every life to its own string...

It has been three years since you we started this...
you were there to make me smile and laugh...

It’s raining like the day you went away,
although I am soaked I want to stay...

A century is a long time to be alive,
especially when others die, I survive...

Beautiful to smell and touch but I do not dare,
to grasp its neck and hold it without care...

In the grace of time and life,
I see others go through their strife...

I clinch my hands with the soil below,
knowing I have little to show...

In the silence of the night,
no one can feel the fright...

Nine months ago I had it all in my hand,
Nine months ago seems like a lost forgotten land...