This empty feeling still lingers
Tying both of my hands through my fingers
Neverthless of the pain , I saw blank papers
With my pen on the ground, I refused all favors
If I could stand once more, will I win another game?
If I saw how weak I am, will I fight desperately again?
My vision grows no more as I am frozen
I can't be shackled anymore, my mind it has to brazen
Are you able to compose with all the corruption?
Are you able to persevere with all their satisfaction?
Were you able to escape their finalized decision?
Or were you fooling yourself to resurrect your dead passion?
It has become darker and darker and darker
To know what's on the other side is only but another
On this line i drew conscious respect
That this wall will be breached and I will climb from the depth.
