• I fought along; I thought I was right,
    I tried out, long before my fight,
    Death claim me, I have no right,
    For the soul breaths, all through the night.

    All I ever dreamed of, was true love,
    Following it, like a white dove,
    Nevermore, have I felt like this,
    Sad and alone, in my midnight abyss.

    Trying to find, that truth behold,
    Though all I am, is a kid that needs to be told,
    Finding faith, in forgotten pasts,
    Knowing my fate, my life comes last.

    Trembling hands, against the things that scare me,
    Lord be kind, of all the things that can’t repair me,
    Broken is my soul, a mind of its own,
    Though shattered it may be, I still sit on my throne.

    Happiness claimed me, warm as a summer wind,
    It’s a feeling, which nothing could mend.
    Trapping that feeling, that’s what I want,
    To be loved by night, and never fought.

    I pray, in my midnight light,
    Praying that she, will win her fight,
    Impossible goals, light ahead,
    Thought I will accomplish my goals, even if I wind up dead.

    I want that, that feeling of happiness,
    That feeling I felt with her, that warmth of the kindness,
    I was accepted, for once in my life,
    Never called names, for my own life.

    I bid you ado, for this may be late,
    But I wish I could, ask for the date,
    The date of the world, when which I leave,
    And tell me your name, of whom you believe.