Tell me I’m not alone

I’m trying to see my own light,
but when I look I just see darkness.
Surrounded by the blue birds,
which want to give me the night,
sometimes I feel like the deep ocean.
There is so hot but I’m so could.
So I cry and I cry. But it’s ok.
My tears are like a hope
which walk and walk until the day
that I will find my island,
lost in the immensity of my stupid witches.
So maybe one day
an angel, who came from my dreams,
will turn my light on.
Maybe that day wil be my death and it’s ok.
Just then I will find I’m not alone
I’m not the only one…in this fight.
My problem is I don’t know which is my side.
So I run and I run until the day
I will cry for my last tear.
And then?... Then I will try to play...
with my gun... trying to kill my last fear.