Lost in the shadows of you own
footstep
There is an An incumbent desire
to touch the sky
Do you still hear the echoes going
In your head?
They are Getting louder and louder everytime
Wake yourself from a pity dream !
You pretty child There is no
reason to fight
The far away horizon is a freudian
slip ,straight from your mind
Once a Prisoner of time, now
trapped forever
You succumb to the glory of your
ancient self
You pretty child There is no
reason to fight
The far away horizon is a freudian
slip ,straight from your mind
