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Lonely, watching the hours passing by I find myself wondering why Everything could be as it was before When I chased for the other door My first love that I tried to regain First time that I learned to fight My first cold from playing in the rain And the first fear from the night When a kiss was just a miss And there were no moments to be pleased From the sand, a wall was made And everything went the same But now it is gone And I can’t knock at the other door Heaven cries as I am just one And if in my hands weren’t strong I would live no more My first smile with a loose of a gain First time that I had my own bright My first tear that I drooped in vain And the first game from a knight My memories go faster than the light Caught them in the mystery I am alive to restart from one sight To be richer in the misery But now it is gone And I can’t knock at the other door Heaven cries as I am just one And if in my hands weren’t strong I would live no more Do I really have to go this way? Why do we need to pray? Part of me dies every single day With nothing else to say My first look at the sky First time that I enjoyed breathing My first friend without asking why And the first moment that I was living