You doubt your own essence, unknown are the answers,
To questions of life and its numerous chances.
Which path is the right one, which dreams to embrace,
What visions to carry through time and through space.
Chorus:
Forget all the trials, the love that's behind,
The journey we've taken, now lost to the mind.
The path that we walked leaves a sorrowful trace,
In the soul, it will linger, a melancholic space.
Lost on the way, like a creature that's wounded,
Seeking the door that's no longer secluded.
There's only one exit, one truth to behold,
You've seen the light tunnel, where brightness unfolds.
Chorus:
But that's not the essence, nor the right route,
A choice made long ago, now there's no way out.
The state of affairs, a futile decree,
Of untouched emotions, that's not the key.
Reflections of light, distortions from breeze,
A chain of senseless days, an increase in decrees.
Once you could have been saved,
From a terrible fate that's engraved
Свидетельство о публикации №466572 от 4 июля 2024 года