In my vision,
I walk alone in the middle of a sand storm,
Footprints flow through the breeze,
A gray mirage swirling over me,
The bleeding tears continue to hold me
Down throughout a circle of passages,
A proposal turns her senses into a sudden rain
The reincarnation of peace, Battle inside two souls
Fighting for one man, His gloves came off,
And precipitation of menace
Burning sensation beneath desire,
And then the side walk saw the birth
Of a concrete rose fighting upstream for his last breath,
The crown of victory at the end of a river bank,
Hosting a round table of clouds.
A petition through the winds of time,
Seeking the salivate of their fear,
Where a kiss of betrayal take flight to another autumn.
In the middle of lunar an eclipse
Her lips became untouchable, guilty as charge
Walking back in silence, a solace of malice stands
In front shinning light, Ready for the battle of the braves,
The line has been cross; there is no point of return
Forcing the wings freedom to ride
On a wave of redemption, clarity saw the reflection of pain
Through the windows of my heart,
A tear drop pace back in forth inside the corridors of rendition,
The sorrow of strange man flirting
With emotions of truth and fairness.
In the line of fire,
The sword of your opponent vanished
by the mysterious humor,  
Restless warrior untied your hands,
Form the tree of seduction,
Suddenly slavery went by with a dress of honey,
Pressing against the current
A proposal of lies bound by the night of Reliance…


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