Take my hand and rise me

I wail and I cry
I cry bitterly as I feel my lifeless soul die
But are they tears of pain or tears of joy
Oh my, oh boy
I really do not know
I don't want to be trapped
I want to be free
But it seems like I'm trapped in a room far away were I can hardly see
I sit there lonely with my head in my arms
With fear only of looking into the dark
As I sit there thinking about the harsh words I've been told
I should be strong, I should be bold
I look up at the only window but nothing escapes it
Not even a ray of light
No light at all, from neither the sun nor moon
I am weak with no might
My only hope is that my angel comes soon
Nothing escapes my lips
Nothing crosses my mind
Only the thought of my angel by my side
I don't wanna be part of this game
I want nothing from it not money nor fame
All I want is for my angel to call my name
And rise me from the level I am