Im naked motionless on the cold ground
a fragile piece of a glass statue.
The moon shines upon my skin,
trough hte well opening.
It's cold here.
I'm starving.
My soul can't move from fear and hopelessness,
my eyes are dead as glass.
Besides the horror
in the deepness of my soul resides a dream,
taht had feed me trough all this days,
the hope for you to come and save me.