• It is not by choice
    that i still exist
    For it is by fate
    that life still persist

    these vains of frailtry
    these scars of cruelty
    are all thats left of me
    as it will always be

    the more i grow
    the less i know
    the fewer the seeds
    the more i sow

    So am i to settle in the dark
    where light is but a spark?
    am i to brown and to hollow
    where water only brings me sorrow?

    For it is by chance
    that i am still broken For i am struck in a trance
    waiting for light to open