Formlessly, I drift in the wind;
My fingers burning before my eyes
In the silence, my attempts to scream;
In the darkness, fade into the void
I reach my hand out towards the light;
Who would want to take it?
In the darkness, even when I was left forlorn;
My wounded heart remained lonely
I reach my hand out towards the light;
Who would want to take it?
In the darkness, even when I was left forlorn;
My wounded heart remainеd lonely