To The Embers - Black Clouds, White Gulls | Текст песни

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Black Clouds, White Gulls On a branch, lying at the mercy of the wind. Looking for something that gives us strength to float elsewhere, while we sleep at night. I used to blame time, guilty of giving me nothing that would save myself. Enough. This is not what I am, this is not what my end will be. I'm fighting everyday, I'm learning from the past. Why always sighing for all these useless whys? Facing world living our time, or watching it while it goes by, and turning into something that I refuse to be.