But the breeze of youth Escapes from the veins of existence Leaving nothing but peculiar feelings Of guilt for what’s died inside
Like the nests of fletching birds once they fly away Vacant Decaying in time Falling of the trees Abandoned and wrecked Destroyed
Enlightened to have gained wisdom Though no light comes without pain And nothing is created Without destruction
Life as we know it was shaped upon disaster And disaster will follow maturity
Is it the fate That has long been written? Or is it legacy Crafted through the ages?
If only the end could be foreseen Emptiness and decay through the land If only the tremor could be felt Shivering in the silence of loneliness
Like a faceless child in the mist It’s the nothingness that would be felt Realization is just the beginning Maturation that comes with age
Or maybe have we grown old? And decayed without knowingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
