The years are like dust to my path,
they blew with lost and crack my tears.
My tales cannot be told in fact
it have been a sojournal for years.
I search for my dreams in my fate
like a dark labyrinth of time,
i long for the elixir of faith
 and got lost in the creeds of my crime. 
Heaven please bear me thy witness
my heart is running out of grace,
i want to be found in your loveness
but, how can i be blind to your trace?
My will drowning in a dillema,
the years,now like dust to my path.