Alone is the poet

He turned his back to the world

He left them behind

He did not say a single word

He knows that everybody is blind

He does not need help

Any help to live

He does not care about the world

He does not care when he has to leave

The corruption he feels

He watches the greed

He lives on the hills

The world he does not need

The world is mad

The love is dead

Mad is the world

Dead is the love

But alone he is

Alone is the poet

The greed he feels

He lives on the hills

Questions of a lone heart

Why do we feel so much pain ?

Even when there is no reason to complain

Why our tears keep falling ?

Even when we should not be crying

Why our hearts never stop bleeding ?

Even when we are unsure about we are feeling

Why our souls still cry ?

Even when is the body the one suppose to die

Looking for the one who is lost

Lost he is

Inside his mind

Among his memories

Between his blind eyes

Beating his heart

Screaming his soul

He does not know

He does not know

The answers fled

The doubt came

Living in agony

Fighting the pain

Who am I?

Who am I ?

I do not know

I do not know 

The lament of a forgotten soul

So far, so far
I see a light
Is that a star?
So lone in the dark of night


So far a wave
I see the sea
Is that my own grave?
My forgotten memories


My life is behind
My dreams are dead
There is nothing else to find
All my feelings are sad


There is no place to hide
I am into the sea
There is no tears to cry
There is no future for me