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| Even tho I travelled far The door to my soul stayed ajar |
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| In the agony of mortal fear Your music I did not hear |
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| Thru twisting roads in memory lane I bore my cross in pain |
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| It was a journey of madness Of anguish born in sadness |
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| I wandered high and low Recoiled from every blow |
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| Looking for that stolen nectar In my heart that long-lost scepter |
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| In all those haunted faces I searched for my oasis |
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| In a way it was in a drunken craze A cruel hysteria, a blurry haze |
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| Many a time I tried to break This shadow following me I could not shake |
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| Many a time in the noisy crowd In the hustle and bustle of the din so loud |
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| I peered behind to see its trace I could not lose it in any place |
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| It was only when I broke all ties After the stillness of the shrieking cries |
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| In the depths of those heaving sighs The imagined sorrow of a thousand lies |
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| I suddenly stared in your fiery eyes |
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| All at once I found my goal The elusive shadow was my soul. |
