The snow comes falling down, like your last tears of blood, before the moment of faith. All I see is black as I drown into the flood of my thoughts.
Close your eyes. Just take me into to your world of dreams. Don´t think of this world. See thru your soul Where are you?. Image of my life. Just a frame in my memory?
Why can´t it be, so I would have. The trust of a child, so blind. So I could go on, living, still believing, that everything has a meaning.
I struggle onwards in this storm. I sink into the cold ground. I sojourn around for the last time. Before I take my scythe and strike it into my heart.
Close your eyes. Just take me into to your world of dreams. Don´t think of this world. See thru your soul Where are you?. Image of my life. Just a frame in my memory? At least I still have the scars...
Close your eyes . Just take me into to your world of dreams. Don´t think of this world. See thru the mirror. Where are you?. Image of my life. Frame in my memory? At least I still have the scars...