The Power To End
It is like you standin there, bellow my world,
And the sun this time warms me in whispers of cold.
How everything can be like murmur of God,
When it's such a long time I've had my soul sold.
There in the tight of mirrors, I call for myself
And no more of me coming out of my head,
When I believe in nothing, but end in the end;
And how my wise sets me in the corner of dead.
Where within my loneliness, you are like rain;