to be all the way my self now you can see when the snow falls down in places full of me i would only want to hide into your soul leaving all my thoughts in a time where all is gone
there is not one thing to blame than my own faults there is an entire space i keep for my own soul it is hard i know it's hard it's hard i know it is life that keeps you caged into your own
when you stand for a new sun and you know what to see doesn't matter for instance what is old what you want to see not another dimension or trick for the brave leaving all of these questions for its hard to say another way but for you a believer it is not hard to see giving answers to question that you never even want to hear it is only a matter of a fact can't you see not a difficult answer that is all what is left to see