Hiding in the dark,
when I lost all the vision;
I cursed the moments when I could have listened,
But to be truthful I was proud and I guess that was a sin.
These days I feel a little more sting than I used to;
Maybe envious eyes were still looking for victims.
Hardly ever I confessed and now my thoughts are bleeding;
How can I hide when covers were burned and my doings were unbecoming.
Looking into the abyss when it was not looking;
I cried just to know if anyone was listening…