---

...And so my soul on earth was cast.
And my spirit burnt away so fast.
Impurities sink low and swing past.
As every breath feels like my last.

I'll miss watching all the colours flow
Through vibrant seasons head to toe.
I'll miss how nice dreams used to creep
Into my brain by easy sleep.

If you can see the water grow
To cakes of ice or flakes of snow.
If you can see that drop of rain
Lost in the wild sea once again.

Then there is hope that you may see.
The fruit to grow beyond the tree.
Beyond worthless silver and gold chains.
Where no words, voice or thoughts remain.

---

Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.