He lost his way in his sad fate He felt the things in the fate Lose the essence more and more He coudn't stop desire He coudn't be without And stayed like myself They said he looked for the face he lost He's hidden from the other people His shaking hands needed a help He's waiting every day Looking for what he needed On my own... There were hate and no fate at the start Only man who lived this knew What he was feeling Joy was hidden in the subconscions On my own... No