I'm falling high once again Like a wind lifted small grain Though I can't wipe off the stain I'm keeping up with the strain
Though the time seems won't reach me any more Even though I am washed to your shore
I'm climbing down once again I'm moving backwards the same lane Tearing (apart) the veil of shame
Though it feels that I haven't moved on That the ties are so strong And it seems that my self is left forlorn