I'm a soul,
Hiding in the hide of a man,
Unfit to live in realm of men,
A being that does no justice whatsoever to the blood that bore him.

The anchor has sunken too deep into the ocean,
A being as undeserving as me,
Can never hope of seeing it, much less be rid of it,
The anchor grows heavier and heavier day by day,

This is what I deserve,
Like a cursed fairy that can never hope to be like the rest of the flock,
Swaying aimlessly in the skies.

The time to soar up to the sky,
Has long pass the age of the cursed one,
There is no flower the fairy long for,
No heavens to live for.

The anchor will only grow stronger,
Unless one is willing to rid of all emotions,
All bonds, all insecurities, all hate, all joy,
Rid of one's connection to the world,
And live in a world of isolation.

Living is but a dream,
A broken mirror,
A pathetic sight,
Ah, how I long for an eternal slumber.