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