To get my happiness I had done everything,
But had done nothing to be blamed and accused of.
The sound of footsteps became louder every day,
Then I noticed the fact there was no time.

I was a believer in life to be myself always,
And was asking whether I would be alive.

Give me a reason why not to adopt in this way,
Or judge me to be guilty of so many incurable sins.

Tell me why, or why not. complaining way too much,
Maybe I overlooked something fatal for me.