I am a stranger, living in a strange world.
Trying to write my poem, looking for a new word.
But all i see is empty,
Nothing new, to tempt me.
A beautiful world that i can call mine.
Everywhere i go, i try to find my own.
A lonely piece of abyss,
Where everyone is alone.
I am looking for my worth, among the line of stars.
I am fighting my heart, trying to fill up those scars.
Once i steady my flow, it will be my time to glow.
Until then, just hold the busy line,
While i make my design.
Let me work it up,
Waiting for the sign.