How many times must we recreate yesterdays that become our mistakes From blinding dreams to bitter acts, reality pales where we remain trapped, with disappointing aftermath How many times do we have to ask which one is the liberating path No answer No answer First running towards, then running away One minute golden the next is grey when will we know whether to stay or how to draw a line that won't be erased This promise today will be tomorrows promise broken No matter how thick our walls with resolutionTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
