The same
Standing here on a hill
Looking to the sky above
At the clouds that seems to fall
Grey like my life
No colour, only black and white
Are controlling my existence
Being me is like continuous dying
Like no sunshine at all
Where is the happiness?
What I’m looking for all my life
Where is the pleasure?
The things that make me smile
I feel the raindrops falling on my head
The sky is crying just like me
I realise we are the same now
And I look up, whispering
‘Finally
I feel free…’