My soul begs me for something,
Something which was once mine,
I look back at the faces of my old friends,
They clap and sing, oblivious of my presence!
There's no sound,
But I can hear their laughter,
It fills my heart with melancholy,
The realization that they have all gone!
I know no one would call me,
nor take me by my hand,
For I have been condemned,
Set as an example for everyone to see!
I take a final look at the marks I left behind.
A feeling of nostalgia makes me cry,
I'm free, I tell myself as I begin to climb,
I am moving forward, to let my spirit sail on!
A new life awaits me,
There in the darkness of empty spaces,
Where no emotions tread by,
No memories to haunt my tortured mind!