• Wishing of a better time,
    Wishing of a better day,
    If only I could see the sun,
    To thus make me gay.

    But the sun will never come,
    When I am all alone.
    So come ye demons of the night,
    And break apart my soul.

    A passing sigh of lust and love,
    Breaks me from the core.
    If only I was not alone,
    To calm my spirit more and more.

    This door is locked again,
    Waiting for a wonderous key.
    But these scars of lust and love,
    Never release me.

    Wishing of a better time,
    Wishing of a better day,
    But the treasure of your soul is gone,
    At least gone for me.