I feel like a traveler learning his way into the jungle
where the city buildings has turned into nature.
The noisy machines replaced with the rustling of leaves.
Still I suffocate from my own feelings of loneliness
where the thought of friends is a memory
from another century.
How I wish we could go back in time
make noises like these chirping birds deep into this forest I call Life.
Sad not, broken yes.
sure my universe is dark
and the sun shines no more
The glittering of stars is just but a reminder of how beautiful life use to be,
So I stand tall,
Projecting my voice to you who will hear me.