There is a whisper within my mind that haunts my heart with shame,
Its grows a stem within my heart and sets my life to blame
I cannot bare my soul to you, for it as run its course,
but if you see to where I go then you will find the scource.
I bend to break but cannot hope that it would end my fate,
I simply beg my destiny, to set it a quicker date.
A thought would come and so I yield to this my dismal line,
it surely came when I drew breath, but never was it mine.
I wish I lived inside a coma to meet my final dream,
to live a dream with emptiness, is better than it seems.
To live a life with nothing and only prayer to keep,
what stops my hand at wanting, to send my mind to sleep?
Its such a pretty sentiment to give this lonely man,
a wife and child that have no home, is this his master plan?
Laughter is so bitter sweet without a melody,
its simply just an echo, filled with melancholy.
I wish I was a coma, to escape material lands,
but as I cannot choose it, I'll stick with empty hands.
So now I call to you, a robot of mankind,
if I cannot have my dreams, then leave me please my mind.