Inner voice of the Past

Do not judge me for what you see. My ice cold expressions are my inner voice aloud. My black hair was never meant to be. This facade of mine is all I know now. I've already lost the soul in me. You could say that the sunset is permanent Not looking forward to the next day, But do you know what it feels like Living like that day by day? this may sound like a sad story, but no. I carry a tune that is bright In my cage I am trapped but I see the light The light of god or the living? I do not know. Life is endless Life is hopeless Is that what you would think? With this poor soul of mine ,it should be! Yet, I'm another sort of human kind. My cage is free and now I fly. Ill leave early and meet you in heaven way up high. With my black hair And a happy smile we will meet again In another life, worth Wild.