Living alone,
Like a saint in the hill,
I don’t own,
Your heart still!
The days are pale,
Dark are the nights,
It’s a sad tale,
With no seeming lights!
Living alone,
Like a saint in the hill,
I don’t own,
Your heart still!
When the night is on,
Pain floats in the mind,
Like the cloudy sky alone,
Leaving all else behind!
Living alone,
Like a saint in the hill,
I don’t own,
Your heart still!