Sometimes I ask myself
A simple question:
Who am I
Standing in the middle the bleeding world
In the middle of the starless night
In the middle of the broken day
In the middle of an empty room
In the middle of the ending age
Life is like cinema
No number on the ticket
So
You couldn't be sure
Where your seat is
Even if you know the movie's name
Even if you know the subject
There is no clue on your mind
Just this question
Who am I
The survivor
The miracle
The questioner
The wanderer
The warrior
The last believer
In love faith hope
Will I ever know
Will you ever let me figure out
Who am I
Who have I became