Dreams are vanquished
Life goes on the wrong track
Happiness tries to emerge,
On the surface of a stormy ocean

I live to see what is going on
To realize the aim of my life
And to have an axe to grind for my strife

I am exhausted from being an onlooker
Passive, like the breeze of summer
And my soul seems dead,
When I need a compass to guide
My broken life to the safest harbour
Of a dream land

Here I stand
Looking for any dim light
That will make me sleep at night
Dreams of something bright
Which will bring me back
Again to the real life.