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It is fascinating, a bit scary this dark gift for just a few,
making me capable to start flying somewhere far and new.
Personal and peaceful, where both sanity and madness lies,
Hard to understand for those who simply cannot take it right.

I’m one of those who never see the end (see the end)
and for my broken pieces, no, I can’t accept mend.
I always look for something more, beyond my reachable
and sometimes miss the point and meet the unacceptable

I’m a refuge.
Am I lost or free?
I need to dive into my personal dream…

There I’ll find my peace,
secrets I’ll release,
to keep me safe
and keep my mind safe.

On the edge I was crying
and time was the only one
healing my wounds.

Whith my dreams I am flyin’
where only my mind can start
living again.

My refuge

Sorrow and pride are hidden there, with ther victories and lies,
while my eyes…they’re sick of watching. Sick of watching.

I can’t unveil my dusty heart, ‘cause I am terrified by fears
and my own sacrifice is forcing me to cage my senses.

Waiting, I’m waiting.
I feel like I am stuck but I keep waiting.
Still waiting.
My shelter is my mind where I am hiding.
I’m hiding.
Unveiling my real face would make me nothing.
I’m nothing.
And nothing I’ll be…

On the edge I was crying
and time was the only one
healing my wounds.

Whith my dreams I am flyin’
where only my mind can start
living again.

My refuge

(Guitar solo by Marco Falanga)

On the edge I was crying
and time was the only one
healing my wounds.

Whith my dreams I am flyin’
where only my mind can start
living again.

My refuge

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