Every day, every night,
Once in a while,nothing seems real anymore,
But the beat of my own heart,
Broken wings at night!
Everything arises,here in this dark confiment,
Imprisoned,I feel like drowning in despair,
Falling and falling some more,I can't get out anymore.
The waves consumed me, and fire burns my poor soul!
And all around me I feel all this pain.I want out
Of here...I am almost out of breath by now,
And sometimes I can't see my way anymore,I guess I am here lost,
My eyes at times filled with moisted and salty tears,
No,It can not be my own tears! betraying me here once again.
I just need fast from somewhere, some fresh air,as I taste
The sweet-sour flavor of my own tears, my own pain!.The bitterness
Of been broken-wings at night...
But I can still hear but barely my own heart, my breath
Seems to be coming back.I guess I am still alive...
And the nights are getting old and kind of mellow,
As they keep me again company,just my thoughts,broken wings
At night, beating wearily, upon your window glass!