Young man, strifed for life, for nothing but his own
A silent speaker. An open mind
An intense dreamer, though so confined

Derogating more and more
Investigating, continuously, the power of individual strength
But his passion swept him away, off to the farthest shore

Tasted the sweet warmth of love only once or twice
He did realize, rebirth of these passionate emotions, could not be experienced one more time

He firmly, and stubborn to himself, continued his strife
He never knew what got him
But his life was bound to dim

Not like then
It would never be the same

Drowned in his own darkness, until the light goes out
It's hard to say, but it is better this way