I'm alone,
here,
waiting for a dawn
that's been forgotten
by the sun.
I'm waiting for a tear
that's forbidden.
This is a game
not for fun
but for oblivion.
This is just the same,
like a prison,
for no one but myself.
I wish I could just fade away,
from this world and from the other,
let my tortured self,
find peace at last,
if there's no other way.
Yet here I stand, against the blast,
clinging onto a feather
of hope and liberty.
I don't know why you care,
my friend,
to approach me in my misery,
but I shall cling
onto that string
and use it to mend
my tortured heart.
If my soul was laid bare
in front of me,
what would I see?
To live in a cage of gold
or to fly on my own,
be bold,
and see the dawn,
no matter how much the light
will hurt my eyes?
Take the blindfold off,
recover my sight,
to see you, my love,
under real skies,
hanging above.
People would scoff
at me for having such a hope,
hope that you love me,
when you've never seen my face,
but I don't mind, I can cope,
to come or not into your grace,
so long as we are both free.
So wait for me,
don't go too far, I'll be here,
until I wake up,
and look into the rising sun.