Cold winds Sting my coarse and blistered skin Making my return To a vain veil of time
Dead dreams Shadows cry out desparately Can you not remember Your lost son's name?
Why should I persist? Wrap me up in shrouds And let me remain unseen
Trees that grow together Like father and son Stand in stark contrast To my dreadful outcast soul
I wander, forlorn Disfugured, so sore Aching from the weight I bore all those years
I am descending a black mountain That crumbles beneath my feet Still, I am looking back
Over barren hills Devoid of light I struggle to draw my breath.
Straining my sight Just so I might catch A glimpse of a long dead dreamTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
