Dust on the skin
Turned to stone
In the accumulated years
Trying to move in vain

I still don't know where my path leads me
Uncertain, struggling with each new step, tiring
Not even home seems like home anymore
Only a bare, broad, cage

Finding the force into something that is already dead
People try to help, but words don't hurt or sweeten
They just flow, like tears on my skin

Not even home seems like home anymore