To get my happiness I had done everything
But had done nothing to be blamed and accused of
The sound of footsteps became louder every day
Then I noticed the fact there was no time
I was a believer in life to be myself always
And was asking whether I would be alive
Give me a reason why not to adopt in this way
Or judge me to be guilty of so many incurable sins
Tell me why, or why not complaining way too much
Maybe I overlooked something fatal for me