Feeling pale from the turbulent
times of the pass.
Tons of uneasiness within that
continues to last and last.
A heart of stone that's faded
without a colorful beat.
Dreams are conquered, taken
away in total defeat.
Many roads ahead leading to
nothing but dead ends.
Debris in all lanes, stirred up
by deadly whirlwinds.
A world that exist without a
sun that shines.
Always wondering why good
things are hard to find.
A hand full of red roses they're
all withered and dead.
Peace within the soul turns out
to be nothing but lies instead.
Jun 18, 2017
Jun 18, 2017 at 3:23 AM UTC
Feeling pale from the turbulent
times of the pass.
Tons of uneasiness within that
continues to last and last.
A heart of stone that's faded
without a colorful beat.
Dreams are conquered, taken
away in total defeat.
Many roads ahead leading to
nothing but dead ends.
Debris in all lanes, stirred up
by deadly whirlwinds.
A world that exist without a
sun that shines.
Always wondering why good
things are hard to find.
A hand full of red roses they're
all withered and dead.
Peace within the soul turns out
to be nothing but lies instead.
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