It's so dark out here.
I'm feeling like a dying bird,
broken wings, full of fear,
lying in the dirt.

It's so cold.
My heart's so full of doubt.
I wish that it was told,
what my heart still finds a crowd.

My hope is fleeing from me,
while time passes by.
I'm dying, can't you hear my plea?

No tears left to cry.
If this goes on any longer,
how can we ever be?

written on: 30-10-2000

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