Thus a word create a single revolutionary mind... Express the dead feeling of A innocent admiration Honesty of feeling killed Insecurity of our own self Blind question Of Pierce accusations In word of unknown face A stranger in all cause Who am I a innocent face A familliar hunch A image of emptiness Resource of knowledge Edge of a Idea... Yes..right I'm blinded I'm blinded by glory What a disappointment I had in this strange places What kept scenery in mind I could portrayed I could show you The beauty of my mind But all of misinterpret The hands that full of experience The chance of all Is gone For dissapointment Is accompany of Saddest symphony I' d ever heard nor feel A love of full of uneven Clarity of truth For a blood is drop in a Wounded hands hours before it bleed pain Is cut skin Of unnoticed Wound Get healed in time But lenghtly And was never be the same.
Comments are disabled on this song