Burned


Our pain will never end
What is left when we transcend
Pound of ashes or a brilliant light.
Now when joy of life is gone
You're a foe to everyone
Seeking something, doubting if you're right.
Stare is made of glass
And the evil grasp
Holds each part of us.

Ref.:

You are forcing soul to glow,
You just make us burn.

Look at him, he is the same,
Former dreams became his shame
Under pressure of a heavy stone.
Looking nowhere he won't find
All these memories behind
Simple life which poisons fragile soul.

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