Walking through the path of sorrow. So steep, so cold and so dark. We got lost to this place so hollow. We will live and we will die.
What if? what if? What if our words could bring some hope? Still waiting for the rain.
Tripping on this road we follow. So steep, so cold and so dark. Cold-hearted was the fight against unknown. We did live and we did die.
Watch how Im walking through the fields. Ripping off everything I’ve ever seeded. Blinded by the things that could have been. Just let the circles flow.
What if our words could bring some hope to these days? What if we’re walking pass those moments, still waiting for the rain? What if the happiness could be summoned and show us it’s face? ..and we are stuck in our old ways.