Where forces of the Sun are weak
I breathe these spirals of time
Where forces of the Moon are bleak
I stumble time after time

I hide behind walls made of flesh and stones
I hide behind hopes of being somewhere else
All inside me is moving off beat
All inside me is weak and leaving

Leaving me
You, black wind, forgive me

For I am no more what I have been
I wish the rain could wake and call
But behind the walls
Is there something left, at all?