the beauty of an immortal one
is like the beauty of the sun
we can all look up and dream of it
but will we ever see the truth
the truth of being invisible
for the real mess inside
we are all hoping for the day
that is lying in front of us
like a untouchable dream
it's calling us to follow
in the middle of this all
I'm lying on the ground
my tears have made a river
trough all the hate inside
I'm waiting for that person
with a clean heart and soul
to free me from this pain
and show how it's like
the sun will come up again
and leave it's light on me
my pain and hate will diappear
into this lonely night