At the beginning
There was hope
Like a white dove in my hands
But when I looked back
She was already gone
Leaving no trace in the sky
So I could follow it
And fly
Now instead
My essency has become black
And now
What I can I do
If all I wished for
Was true
Reality became an abstract meaning
If only it meant something
My body is consumed by the faces
I don\'t recognyse
Once they were true
Once they were mine