Need I pass away to find a new world ?
Because I decay, your voice is unheard,
And I’m lead astray by my easiness,
Instead I should pray for some forgiveness…
But my wounds linger as I don’t take care
Of my old body, though I am aware
Of my condition and of my weakness,
That’s my complexion and that’s my darkness.
I need a new life in this space and time,
Not a new excuse, not a waste of time !
Will you follow me on the alleyways
Of my twisted path on these fragile days ?