In the middle of night I look at a child
I’m seeing him but not clear.
I look further and it’s not clear
He speaks in a language I never knew.
He sings the song I never heard
Meanwhile he asks me,
‘Why don’t you join me?’
I don’t know why
I never see him cry.
He’s just a child,
The one who lost in wild,
But I hate the way he talks
I don’t wanna take his walks.
Now he really stares at me
And he tries to drill my heart
I can’t withstand this pain
He’s trying to take my soul
I see my soul in his hand
I thought he’ll crush it hard
But I can see the soul so safe
That’d be its best ever place.
