Walking through the meadow of forgetfulness,
Looking around, as if I will see something I haven't seen before.
I am lost, in my own thoughts, lost forever, wishing I would forget it all.
My tears are freely falling, dripping downmy face and then the ground.
I am lost, I am lost,
Will I be saved?
Can I be saved?
My tears are now defining me.
But I shall not be a tear that just falls, and next—
It is forgotten.