Here I stand, waiting for my futureTrying to understand my past, like the witness of a crimeBut it looks like an old movie; No colors, No soundsJust the taste of blood and tears, just a taste of deceptionI feel so incomplete, like a ship without sails, like a body witout breathWhere's my life, will I find my place in this world ? There's no calling inside of me, there is no voice inside my headMy fate's not written, I have it in my handsHere I stand, waiting for my futureLike a fallen angel crying for what was lost