My Anger,,

Let me mourn this nigth.

I just don't know where I belong.

It wants me here but I feel a refusion.

I'm here just want to fulfill its emptiness and to break my own silence.

But still it's hiding its sacred mistery.

Let me mourn this night.

Before I fall asleep to see another dawn.

This night have promised me to come again.

But when the dawn breaks, the sun laughs about this vow.

It's funny how the night keep doing its sacred mistery.

So I say to the night,

'Stop pretending like you're really dead!

Because when you're dead, I won't have tears to really mourn you'.