I stand alone with the world against me
A king, a prince whom i dream to be
Happiness and joy doesn't seem to exists
I'm all alone walking in the rain and mist
Would death be the answer to all my hate
Would it be the day i will meet my faith
I'm lost in time watching the hour passes
But this is it dust to dust and ashes to ashes
All alone is the think i hate the most
But if I die today....I'll be a lonely Ghost....
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