The streets are dark
the night air cold
Can my destiny I reach,
or will tragedies me behold?
Swiftly moving steps are mine,
Making not a sound.
Try with all their might they can,
But nowhere shall I be found.
Remembrance of all the suffered pain,
More than could possibly be bared.
Away a forming tear does roll,
as I question who really cares.
I know not where my journey ends,
But someday shall it I find.
And happiness shall inside me fill,
as I receive my peace of mind.