I walk alone the empty streets,
Just the devil blues beside me.
I feel lost,
Lost soul,
Lost myself,
Lost my everything.

As I walk these streets with no identity, no life;
I wonder- why I exist?

It’s cloudy now and am sure of it to rain.
Pouring… Just pouring and no end to this pain.
Pain that aches,
Pain that stabs,
Is there no end to this never ending pain?
I wonder- why I exist?

As I walk this empty streets all I see is the end…
But then there you are!
My shine,
My ray of hope.