I trought you ll gimme you hand
when I fell.
Herethe cold condemns who has fear.
You were who I worshipped
And to me you turned the backs.

Those tears are suffered
For being here I met the falsehood.
I`ve compassion for me for my soul,
because the light here is gold and it`s to the strong .

My force it`s going easy because I suffer,
Suffer a lot for having made a mistake for your eyes.
I despair when I remind every past was he every
Foolishness or pure things were everything.

I hate and I thought in going out
For another less distressing place and probably I`ll go.
It`s enough to have courage of loosening the rope
or pull the trigger , perhaps
I can without you to reach
...The darkness or light