My wily thoughts gives rise to hate,
a hopeless soul who´s forced by fate
trapped inside a world so blind
silent voices fills my mind
A sacred rule is about to break,
the ending depends on wich choice they make.
Saving lives by thee alone,
I wish they used a friendlier tone.
My dreams contain a life so free,
A place where I could truly see.
If I would have the gift of speech,
then my vision would be easier to reach.
Sooner or later it all will be over
and I will find peace in a place down lower.
Hidden lies that no one knows,
Through my heart and soul they flows.
