The sky looks dull br the wind feels dry br gloominess, i see br when i pass by br br the trees stay still br and birds sleep long br in this town of gloominess br i once belonged br br heading my way home br i cant find that street br where i carved my name br on a huge hollow tree br br have they left and gone? br did they take my tree? br which i myself grew, with that little seed. br br i call out for people br a passing girl i see br and shout to her the utmost br hoping she hears me br no one, ever replies br how arrogant human being br br my heart beats fast br i feel lone and tensed br my reflection i cant see br and the wind i dont feel br people dont reply br and now i know why... br br the clouds rain and shower br the birds fly away br people in their houses br and im on my dead way br br where the days arent bright br and the star dont shine at night br the wind u never feel br and a heart not capable to heal.