...and the rain hide our tears blizzards cover our fear our real fear we are so lonely from the birth to the grave everyone΄s so lonely the stormy dark clouds come and go but the fear comes stronger with every hour the stones on the path are so tall but we climb the wounds in our heart pump pain through all veins we are so tired but to rest is to capitulate
what sickness is that, we called \"live\"? where are the steps we are looking for? who told us to walk this dusted path? why we do not fly?
fly above the fools, which crawl and obey
but now we realize - the part we need is missed how we get this wings of freedom they were not been layed in our cradle and in this cradle we stay still \"socialized\" and prisoned
and the rain hide our tears when we dream from the open sky the blizzards cover our fear that young birds dies before they had kissed the open sky