From now
Walkin’ down the street of blinds,
No voice
Sounds in the ears if times...
A town
Breaks the laws of fate,
A pain
A lake of naïve mistake...
As death borns from a flower
Souls arise in a sea of perdition
And a crow looks at the passage
Of a breath has lost its perception
A black
Waterfall in the sky,
No hope
To feel in a dark so dry...
An instant
Makes a wound as a dream,
Unheard pain
A lake where to bleed
As death born from a flower
Souls arise in a sea of perdition
The thought becomes a thorn
Waitin’ for a meaning born
The silence in a storm
Waitin’ for a raising soul
Waitin’ for an opened soul
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