How did I fall, How did I come to this? I have thought past was a past Now I'm taking a look into the glass Searching for a light, Some kind of my delight Which I can't find! Now I can see myself In the mirror of my sins! Wind recalls my deeds An abstract of my life All is spoiled and destroyed Now I see what I have done! As I stand here, I'm living dead My heart is black and soul is fading Is it real? Or is it sum of all my fears?