This path I walk is filled with thorns.
Life is hurting.
Living what for?
Endless nightmare, nameless fear.
Poet bursting to tears.
You were there when I needed you.
Sadly our dream didn't come true.
I drift in sea of memories.
Sea of sad stories.
Rays of the setting sun are passing by.
I see them dancing in your hair.
Life's not fair.
All the things there are to say but not enough words.
What is behind those anxious eyes?
Remember me if I'm not there.
Wounds unhealed, withered poem by a fallen.
Last words of the slain dreamer.
Forgotten preacher.
Rays of the setting sun are passing by.
I see them dancing in your hair.
Life's not fair.
All the things there are to say but not enough words.
What is behind those anxious eyes?
Feeling that I tried to hide behind.
Burning, the fire of the Christ.
I can't be glad of this gift until in heaven!
Rays of the setting sun are passing by.
I see them dancing in your hair.
Life's not fair.
All the things there are to say but not enough words.
What is behind those anxious eyes?
Rays of the setting sun are passing by.
I see them dancing in your hair.
Life's not fair.
All the things there are to say but not enough words.
What is behind those anxious eyes?