At The End Of The Road

When walking without
Direction
With so much grief
I can think up to where
I will arrive

However, when waiting
The sun
Everything is so uncertain
And i am prisioner in the
Solitude
That it reflects the magic
Moon.

Pain so big
It is the one that i suffer
Without witness
In the pressure of the
Silence

Wanting to scream to the
Universe
All that happens inside of
Me
Single find answer
That they accelerate the
Spiritual death
Subjecting myself
To a great desolation and
Depression
Difficult to liberate

Maybe everything
Changed
And at the end of the
Road
I will find a new hope
To continue, for you