Screaming inside;
There’s no one who hears.
Aching inside,
For too many years.
Frustration, inside;
There’s no one who sees.
Desperation, inside,
The frantic disease.
Inside, all inside;
Appearing unstirred.
Untroubled, outside;
The tempest unheard.
Take me out unto the day,
Take me from this night;
Drown the moon,
Set sun alight,
And take me far away.
Play me then a merry tune,
Play me from my woes;
Banish mind,
My thoughts compose,
And play my afternoon.
Hide me now, and keep me blind!
Hide me from the truth:
Darkness comes,
Devours my youth;
Oh, hide me here, enshrined.
Still moon moves and sun succumbs,
Melodies [...]
I’m finding myself,
There I am; then lost again.
Where should I look now?