To writhe in pain in my former condition
Beyond the gates of oblivion
From the coldest place where I was laid to rest

To rise from the dead and claim again
A life-long day or an hour to spend
A dust of time, a blink of an eye
This would be my golden opportunity to reach thee

Ain’t begging for redemption or compassion
But memories are aching for eon

My soul is shrouded in regrets
So let me utter this irrelevant statement
In order to erase them all

But my cowardice was blinding me
Like the brightness of the moonbeams
Shatters the blackness of the night