The winter wind, it blows

And here I stand, adjusting to the cold

I, a stray, a lost child

With nowhere as a home

I let the winter wind blow

It's not as if I'm alone

Here, in purgatory, there are more

They are like me

I'm sorry

My existence is unknown

I have tainted Heaven with blood

And with my tears, Hell was shameful

I don't need a place to be

It's not love that I need to feel

I am only a lie, a lie to a fabricated God

I shouldn't have been born

But I still I want to believe

That one day, maybe some day

I'll be reborn, I won't be wronged

I will have the right to exist somewhere

That is not between Heaven and Hell