Loosing

The little boy is all alone
All he wants, is to go home
This broken life never to see
What will become of me?

Loosing his way in the light from the moon
Will he be freed from this pain soon?
Longing for the perfect place
Where they’re happy to see his face

Far away, so far
Hating what’s been
And what will become
How did I get myself into this slum?

He listens to the whispering trees

Dark traces of his mind will they disappear?
For his death I will not shed a tear
I never wanted it to end like this
But that’s just the way life is

Relieved by the time of my death is near
A silent scream only I will hear
Our life will end the second I fall
In the end we will stand tall

Forever with me inside your mind
The peace lying near is what we will find

Ending the misery in the falling rain
Releasing us from this unknown pain

The picture you own will be your treasure
your life was only for their pleasure
Tired of loosing in this eternal game
The hate of our life will still be the same