The horizon, the ocean, faith
your tortures, your wrong doings
when will they end? Are they fair?


I keep thinking about what’s fair and all this wrath
keeps residing in me, among other things,
when will I see the sun, breath in fresh air?


The punishment, my tears and sorrows
nerves of steel and the heart of a lion
it’s not enough, all of these have no end.


Feeling like my life I need to borrow
back, you don’t have it but I know you are lying,
it’s over, there is no more time to pretend.


Our realities are a lot different, and you are to blame
I wish I knew how my reality I could claim
you are not my master endlessly,
this moment will pass, it cannot last countlessly…

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