Through the madness I see nothing,
Yet the constant suffering knows the way
deep into my shadowed soul,
It seeks the stars of hope hidden beneath my nightly tears,
The golden light that takes away each fear.
Yet the shadows that are willing to sacrifice them selves to light
are being held back.
And one single question takes its stand:
Who am I?
Donít you dare even try to answer my words.
For they are my soul escape from own reality,
But then again,
Do you even know me?
Or am I just a person you pass on the street?
Do you even care to dream of what my heart may hold?
Or are my words just like a pile of trash at your feet?
Do you even see me?
Or do you stop searching when you find the fragile mask
Iíve worn for so long.
Will you ever accept me?
Or is this place just somewhere else I will never belong?