Focus tomorrow`s horizon   Sorrow means no future   Cover my face   With my guilty hands      It`s the season the trees die   The birds don`t sing anymore   The rivers never come back   Nature dies out      This tragic future   destinied to hurt never heal   What end can save me   What good gives me an end      Nothing is innocent   Nothing is fair   I keep wondering   How did I end up like this      First passion   Now is lost   A dramatic dead story   I killed all I have      My sadness is   Translated into madness   I spell meaningless words   A poem for sorrow and death