am, why I'm here ? I am stranded.And in this place (What is this place ?)Where I call home, (Is it really so ?)I am surrounded by the thought of the unknown.And when I sleep, (Well, is it sleep ?)And
.Before I notice, it's gone on so much further.Grasping so closely, and hanging so tightly, I've let go...And in this placeWhere I call home,I am surrounded by the thought of the unknown.And when I sleep,And