I speak from a stolen breathe,
echo of it lost, on sighs.
With night going yonder,
my cries filled stagnant air
as tears fall on tainted ground.
My wakeful soul knows no bound.
But though I live this life of bane,
I can't, O' I cannot explain.
Still I speak from muted tongue;
only I could hear my call.
I live because I must, I feel it just
sacrifice even dignity to survive.
But though I give, I give not to me,
I remain the shadow of worlds to see.
A ghost of past shadowing future,
but what I hold dear, I cannot grasp.
I reach for what I cannot get,
but to live on knowing I'm exiled,
I'll forever live on, constantly dreaming.