In a quiet room I am alone A fading bloom gives me a song but that leaves too soon too soon In a quiet room I am alone I don't choose words Words choose me My brain hurts but the pain sets me free I could never write but words make my pen fly They cloud my future sight as my mind recalls the clear sky I once needed contents to shake someone's soul, but now I need one moment to release my burnt soul to a form. I shall salute each star and see chances collide They are shooting off to Mars, riddling my vain pride In a quiet room I am alone A faded bloom gives me a song but that leaves too soon too soon In a quiet room, I'm alone
