i thought you thought of a better life
i wished i could see through you and all the lies behind
as you said i should be better away
i lost all dream seeds i had
as some words turn grey
in pain we see our lives how it should be
my scars are torn open and candles fade
before the sun descend to a burning grave
when pain collide with bitter death
and our souls disappear
sometimes! to late to delete it as undone
should i transcend to follow?
as some words turn black
in death we see our lives how it could have been!
fragments of silver leaves turn to dust, shall i perish?
as the moon kisses the sea i shall bleed