while i walk this streets i hear them calling within their voices full of callousness had a vision of an eternal blossom but when i looked it was shattered and gone
i close my eyes and hear their echos ringing in my head is this my lives burden to bear no place for silence but still so holow do i belong in this absurdity why do i read empty pages of a long closed book and i know the noise that i hear is like a symphony for no tomorrow and not the freedom i want it to be
from all the things i've seen around the world i've been and i know for sure one thing will never change
people running in circles in the space that they call life
when i come to the silent halls the light finally cast away no fealing, no noise empty but whole
created from the mist of burrows the haunted echos of my kind but i won't feel anymore sorrows cause the blossom still blooms in my mind
i close my eyes and hear their echos ringing in my head is this my lives burden to bear no place for silence but still so holow do i belong in this absurdity why do i read empty pages of a long closed book and i know the noise that i hear is like a symphony for no tomorrow and not the freedom i want it to be