In your solitude you hear the birds chirp,
The echoing silence of the afternoon serenity,
Makes your heart wants to weep for nothing in particular,
The destiny you trod has made you what you are today.

Time sweeps you off your feet that the equilibrium has gone,
And goes you tumbling down and made you even more like a creep,
Your heart aches for the solicitous dreams that never came,
Yearning, hoping, waiting for the ultimate hour of victory.

The streets are silent now for the twilight is at the brink of your life,
Pushing you to the limits, begging, howling till the morning comes,
You're withering as a flower in its branch, bowing, shivering in the cold of the day,
Holding your breath, till the final sigh comes out your lips.