The trail
Yes, I confess
I'm in need
Need of help
Help me please
Please be here with me
Me is suffering silently
Silently all my dreams slipped away
Slipped into the darkest alleys
Alleys where demons of the night live
Live and dance to the rhythm of the night
Night is the time when they rise to sing
Sing the songs of liberty and love
Love they have chosen, with them they bed
Bed of rosy nights and coziness
Coziness which they vouched someone else
Else they have forgotten and left
Left to lick the wounds and cry
Cry for being cheated and played
Played a genius game of love
Game of love now seems to have ended
Ended with the new game of peaceful existence
Existence within the confines of a safe place