Wherever they want me to look at, wherever they want me to walk, inside of the mind lives a great and cruel lack; and to hold back the tears get so hard when I look at outside and it is dark.
Each word of my heart, they are not it that I mean; and if you don't care in being so true; for me it is too important to keep me alive, when it gets dark outside. The autumn goes down for among the trees, but it is late too much to bring the winter.
The seasons forgot to dry my tears, my words deny any feeling; I don't find more my place... when I will sleep, and it is dark.
Feel who or the one that I should be; a magic touch is not it that I need for me; hold the feathers that will make you to fly, live the life for me; wild.
Rock the hands in a soft waving, there is light, but it will come too late, where my home plays of being sacred place..., but it disappears, without date, when all of a sudden the darkness comes to face.
I don't want to sound true, then I hide my deeper one. Excuse me, but that is not my blame, because I cannot show my black side when it is dark, like now, outside.