Confessions of a Confused Soul

I stand alone in the middle of the night.

In a crowded place, which is a little bright.

Of all the fears and tears,

lost in the noises and voices.

Of all the dreams and thoughts,

forgot in the shrunken spaces.

I stand alone in the middle of the night.

In a crowded place, which is a little bright.

Through my mystic window,

I see a flooded river flow,

and the fireflies glow.

Then I see,

Just like me, stands alone a tree

I say to myself, its time to breakfree.

From the distant seas,

comes the gentle breeze,

with a wish, that time could freeze.

I stand alone in the middle of the night.

In a crowded place, which is a little bright.