in these days it's so hard to find words so far away from how led my life the pen in myhand runs out of ink so where to begin and when will I find all the bliss left behind the roads to travel everyone knows but still they'are different what you learn on your way will lead you home
these words shall hurt like nails in our conscience these words shall burn like daggers in our hearts
fading lights, theres no place for my hopes I find my way in cities with no name the thoughts in my head revolving again I'm living a life but when will I start to be myself again