So long ago
I felt the warm touch of daylight
(The burning sun in my soul)
energizing my senses
in the days when my feelings were still alive
Now my life is fragile, so empty
My eyes are like windows
windows to the world that I'm looking through
(I am caught within)
Where is the flower?
Did it wither or did I discontinue flourishing?
Far too long I have suffered from the pain,
new-lit torches were blown out
I feel my blood
Running through my veines
Is it still the same?
Am I still the same as yesterday?
I can't get out
Blocked by this feeling that pulls me down
(Again and again)
My hope is dreaming
Of a colour spectrum enlightening my soul
Far too long I have suffered from the pain,
new-lit torches were blown out
Am I different or what is going on?
I feel my blood
Running through my veines
Is it still the same?
Am I still the same as yesterday?