Running through a wheat dream
Open skies, worms and flies, my face cries
Surrounded by silver streams
I stumbled into the valley where sleepiness never dies
A manger on fire, burning embryo of lies
no one said their final good-bye's
I wake up alone in the middle of a field
Rain falling from the sky, to bless my soul
Above the silver lining of mirrored clouds
I place a bouquet of flowers on your grave
Angered by the thought of my birth
Where has my salvation gone?
Rescued by the hand, of the one I can not see
Happy and tormented in life's final way
Silent mistreated never understand
Arid of hate dooming everyday
Something so evil ruins the last holding hand
My mouth hit by the door, on my knees when I pray
A ricochet shot when he revealed my plan
Fallen in and out after an unwanted betrayal
Alone with my own reflection is where I stand
the only thing I see!
7 years -- bad luck.