Dies Irae

What are you searching for?
Are you searching for me?

Why are you crying?
Who do you want to see?

While trembling in the dark, knowing where it hurts,
If it’s just about dying, can I walk aiming for the sky?

Ah, the world is facing its end,
Even the softest days can’t be seen now.

One white feather, a wing no one can replicate,
Before the sky gets tainted, with a wing no one can replicate.

If I just had a little more strength,
Could I have been saved? Could I have been protected?
Following the traces.