A stone wall ahead, A dead end, And a heart full of broken pieces. Each step leads to a stumble, Each try leads to a fall, And each leap of faith, Makes the heart frail. Like in a test, a zero, It feels like no hero, Can come and low down, The feeling of disappoint. The sun looks dull, And the night looks, Full of light. Too much misery, Like a torch always reigns, And like an immortal army, In your life is anarchy. In the day making you, Bleed from deep down, And a hole burrowing. Like a dark cloud cover, Covering the light out, And like a pest sucking, The life out of you. In the end making the night, Restful, and alone lively, Because then, no one can see you cry, And in a glimpse, less envy in your heart. Dry as a bone, And quiet as a hole, Is the long journey to an unknown destination.