...:(

Standin on the street 23...
M wonderin abt ma' lifez paradox...
Scary as the chillin wind in a graveyard...

Words of the maker r ruthless...
m left on this land of distress...
tied lik a pray in the dark water...
m waitin n expctin life of the heaven...,

standin n speakin the tounge of Nomad...
m xpctin sum1 to undrstnd...
understnd tht my feet r numb...
ma' hands r weak...
n ma' eyes r sleepy...

but m still standin...

standin after gettin doped...

standin even after losin hop...

but its gettin dark...
n m scared...
scared of the attack of the wolf...
who'll again snatch the flesh of ma' soul...