Alone I was in this ungrateful life,
I feared this world would leave me on a knife.
My tears day by day had turned into blood,
I feared that I might fall down with a thud.
My life turned out to be a thin rope,
Not even a single sign of hope.
On one side is a deadly chasm, on the other a vast ocean,
My nerve and sinew in a paralysis – incapable of motion.
Every second, every moment I had to suffer,