The cold of your eyes has awoken me
Once more, thoughts come back they make me
Remember that place, where I wait for you each
Another day of my defeat.
Something give me hazy hope just to reap me
From the inside.
I yearn for the sleep so much that my lungs
Are heavy of bitterness.
Once like the others I was waiting for wings,
I didn't know you've not the one who could see them.
On the dark fields I live and I deny of divinity.
I'm the part of the place I created
Why weren't you waiting for me, alone now,
Somewhere there where your thoughts can't get in.
I know that the stigmats are the part of the ancient times,
They wouldn't allow you to come back and remind
-What the rain has wiped for so long ago.