I am burning in fire,

The heart is not stopping its cry.

Its now the eyes that speak,

With tears running down the cheeks.

Floating in tears,

There is no one, who hears.

I am smashed into ashes,

On which are now, growing grasses.

There is non to see you from in,

And find what you are within.

Lots of questions rising in mind,

Making me blind.

Looking at this world,

I shout aloud,

“Where I am” ?