Far from this life of smoke and fear I dreamed a path no one else could claim Not one face ever stained with tears Or blood that spilled in someone else's name
Would not run, could not hide From the perfect wave Only those who know the tides Are not swept away
Who would not chose the turquoise sky Over the streets of steel and concrete gray? Colors that once could free the mind Become so drab, all joy begins to drain away
Every hope overwhelmed Now the perfect storm Washed away every stain To show the world reborn
Time has come to lose the pasts Ashes to the wind When the first become the last The turning shall beginTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
