Ashes and promises share a bond Through the winds of change Words are blown away When visions that should be Are tattooed in your mind The power to let go Is sometimes hard to find
The answer cannot be found In the writing of others Or the words of a trained mind In a precious world of memories We find ourselves confined
Claws so razor sharp Ripping at the spirit
Promises a potential to hurt Is anything real? When forever is to be until Deep inside, in the world of empty words... No escaping from those haunting empty words...
Do you ever feel it? A craving that is so strong To by thought rewind in order to find
Expectations that shined through the doubt That soon would turn into the price Of what a word will be worth When tomorrow comes To be and we are left Standing on our own- And seeing what is real...
The answer cannot be found In the writing of others Or the words of a trained mind In a precious world of memories We find ourselves confined
Claws so razor sharp Ripping at the spiritTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
