Why

Two years spend in fog and grey
Takes from me my shine away
Someone something needs to come my way
Give me the reason and tell me why.

Why to see the unseen sun
Why to praise the shallow moon
Why to believe in the cat on my lap.

Or should I just rub myself to the grinding stone.
Or should I just feel being a stone.
Every feeling will be on high.
No more my eyes will ever cry.

Believe me or you may not
Fighting with shadows is not my game
To fight they have to have faces
To win they have to have faces
To lose they have to have faces

Hope I get my face back
Hope I get my shine back