In

We stand for

A pain that’s gone

Into the unknown

I sleep

When the darkness

Is here

I should feel

That I can make it

Live

A blue fog crawls

To their souls

With will

To make them see hell

Walking on a lonely road

I see

There’s no alternative

For anyone

I cannot find real love

I’m apart of the human kindness

Smiling, dead, whispering

Breathing cold air

And speaking slow

Another night that I wander

Alone, down the moonshine

And thinking

Smiling, dead, whispering

Waiting until someone can find me

Or at least, to be able to see

A lightning into the darkness