...what a precious privilege it is to be alive -to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love...
Waiting for the dawn As the shroud of doubt again falls Covering my clear thoughts
Why is the truth so hard to abide? For all the passion, denied I shall you deify, my love and light
Falling from the skies Where my wings broke apart All the roads I wandered upon And left behind
Words that weren't said Touches that weren't made I regret them every day Every lonely morning, My whispers in the wind; Echoes in eternity
Because my life is only here and now I know I must move on
Nothing happens to a man that one can't endure But before the oblivion; a battle, a sojourn in a strange land
Falling from the skies Where my wings broke apart All the roads I wandered upon And left behind
Words that weren't said Touches that weren't made I regret them every day Every lonely morning, My whispers in the wind; Echoes in eternity
Words that weren't said Touches that weren't made I regret them every day Every lonely morning, My whispers in the wind; Echoes in eternityTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
