I could run to love and religion,
And feel as dead as before time began.
What can feel this empty void within,
If my life is based upon a plan?
This time I feel as though I've drowned,
Left alone in eternal dark.
My presence is loud, yet I can't make a sound;
Like thunder pounds my beating heart.
My life goes slow, I can't move;
I can't experience what I wish to know.
When again can I sing another happy tune;
Bring summer from the winter and snow.
I feel I've been waiting for so long,
Outlasting with the power of will.
Well, if things can they will go wrong,
Causing my life to stand still.