I walk through a dirty path
Putting on a black gown
Designed with dark images
The path is covered with mud and rust leaves.
Dirty dust flowing in the along the path
Walking in the middle of the path slowly and quiet
I looked up to the sky
It is raining down
Could the be the end?
Should I continue my journey in this path?
Blood running fast through my heart,
Trying to flow out of my mouth.
I walk through the dirty path,
Without looking back.
I am weak inside
A lot going through my head
All I think of is dirty desires
Is hard for me to shout
My mouth is closed.
I am torn apart inside out
My body is cleansing
Falling on my knees
As I have this strange feelings
My hands are dirty in the mud
Coming out from the dark path
I feel my black gown changing
Everything turning white and bright.
I regain my strength
And look up to the sky
I feel no pain again
Everything seems pure to me
My blood flowing normal
Now I am free and happy
My tears turn into joy
I am not afraid anymore
My body and soul is cleansed.