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
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 the mirror
Where are you?. Image of my life
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...
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