Where forces of the sun are weak I breathe these spirals of time Where forces of the moon are bleak I stumble time after time
I hide behind walls made of flesh and stones I hide behind hopes of being somewhere else All inside me is moving off beat All inside me is weak and leaving leaving me...
You, black wind, forgive me For I am no more what I have been I wish the rain could wake and call But behind the walls Is there something left, at all?