A place to hide…

Young face, bright face

Shower praise, show face

Some stay, and few say…

Words that thrust hard

Words that cut loose

And it’s time, its chance…

So, strike it for who you are

Strike it for what you are

Let your dark circles aside

Let your dark shades aisle

Young face, pale face

Shower praise, show face

They lost hope…

 buried them alive

And time never gave chance

Chance was all they needed you are

So, be free for what you are

Let the past leave them alone

Let them know that they live

I hear bells ringing from a shore

These cells burn to flee the martyr

And I am he; he never want to be me

I wish to be away and alone

From the fame and love I had once…

Now I hear my voice echo from the hill

Strike it for who you are, what you are

And the lost souls shall be cared by the rest

And, I’m leaving to an island, to be away

And, I’m leaving to an island, to be alone

Alone I will live… alone I will die…

And the memoirs in me shall be buried along…