I wish I'd never lost The desire to be Much greater than I am The ghost of my will roams free Among my memories Since the fall No call for help Nobody saw that something Was really wrong until it was too late Abandoned to my fate I never thought I would be easily swept up Like the lightest straw Brave is the man who admits That he’s in need of help Driven by his instinct He prefers to face his pain I’ve got to hold I thought I would be Trying to escape From my destiny But I just accept it Once for all Ineluctably I start to foresee The final ending To this sad story This endless fall