Here I stand, all alone againAt the same place where I was leftIn a room full of tears and broken dreamsAll thrown like debris,Stand all with all the crushed hopes.Tears sparkling on the silvered tilesFlowing continuously for someone who is away miles,My face hidden by my handsNo courage to take a stand.Clasp of rising smoke from the fumesSettling me down as sand dunesFalling under my own sky,Too alone, I myself cannot listen my cry.Thinking of yesterday's peaceOnly chaos holds me closeI am all watered by teardrops.Raising as high as winter crops.Yet in the depths ofThis emptiness and commotionI come to realize that I spite of all,I am still standing.
