Mordor Why Me
Why me? In the horrible abyss of darkness I am hurt blind man alike I touch the shapes the shapes blindfold I move my expecting Hand upon them And I feel them bearing up into my mind I search the picture of them in the unconcious But they are so far and unknown Why can't I know the colours of rainbow? Why the moon and the sun are strange to me? Why can't I see the people's faces? I do not know The difference between The smile and tearful eyes Why me? In the emptiness hurting to pain I am thristy beggar alike I want to reach heaven at last I want to feel the sence of my existence And discower the purpose of earthly journey But what if does not exist? Will I be able to reach for the sun? Why does the uncertainly follow me? Why I am so strange? Why do I feel cheated and moved back? Why me?