As I stand, my heart is flying places,
in the the cold and dry spaces,
I don't seek the light anymore,
all seems like a spike in the fore.
I stand here broken but living on.

It is not to love, my heart wanders,
It's not to life, my soul surrenders,
the feeling just dwells like am done,
fighting everything under the Sun.
Should I fall no more to rise?

I...