An air of anger came to my heart
Inside the storm of my broken hope I walked
My blind eyes and mind always rush into the crooked way
Just my ambitious legs try to reach
Ultimately, I found myself in a dead end after the **** storm
Where I smelt a strong failure’s aroma but it was only a stigma
Beyond the voice of a loud bell I remembered my God
And I said
Slowly, slowly my wretched time
My patience is wider than your evil
Take me as a piece of paper around this tornado
Dump me in a lifeless desert where I can keep walking
Nonchalantly, nonchalantly…
Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 1:07 PM UTC
An air of anger came to my heart
Inside the storm of my broken hope I walked
My blind eyes and mind always rush into the crooked way
Just my ambitious legs try to reach
Ultimately, I found myself in a dead end after the **** storm
Where I smelt a strong failure’s aroma but it was only a stigma
Beyond the voice of a loud bell I remembered my God
And I said
Slowly, slowly my wretched time
My patience is wider than your evil
Take me as a piece of paper around this tornado
Dump me in a lifeless desert where I can keep walking
Nonchalantly, nonchalantly…
Copyright ©2015
