Floating through time on the cloud of pain,
Watching my sorrow fall down as rain,
And rejuvenate the helpless green,
When the sun's last days are wearing thing.
Floating through earth on the wings of storm,
Watching helpless small towns get deformed
And countless lives succumb to their fate,
As the wheels of reapers' car gyrate.
Floating through life with my eyes forced shut
Against my broken soul's oozing cuts,
I dissociate from all that brings
Joy and sweet sorrow, every last thing.