I have always been alone;
Never beenn able to see the light.
All but light was shown,
Always fighting for my might.
Hidden in the dark,
With nothing to hold,
I've never heard the sound of the lark;
Here I am all alone in the cold.
As I cried deeply,
My tears fought no fear.
I ran to catch the light quickly;
Yet still in the drak I'm here.
Waiting for a hand to reach for me,
I've lost my broken wings.
Who will hold me?
I'll wait for whatever darkness brings.
Engulfed by darkness,
I'll wait and see,
Slowly coming to madness;
Let's see who'll reach for me.