Surrounded by my past, br I have discovered a lot. br I have discovered at last br The anguish of loss in my chest. br This anguish is all that I've got. br br Surrounded by this gloom, br I only want to break through. br I only want thoughts to bloom br Like weeds by a foreigner's tomb. br He fought for the word, proven true. br br Surrounded by this mist, br I have apparently drown. br I have apparently missed br The time that still runs through my fists. br My anger could burn it all down...