the cruel world sometimes is so unfair to little souls like mine... so cold and scared the dying flame of fire in the eyes... so lost and weak... your misery...
the road of life is bending up and down and nights are walking by with moons on sky I want to save these views inside my mind and pass away with sands of time
so how and why you'll resque my forgotten soul my face is pale the days of hell are close
where are the changes to the good that made those profits from the centuries that passed away from here to search the land of ease I run and fear to disappear...
where are the moments that i sweared to keep all of the promices are drown in weep the thread between this world and me was torn and what is left... but ruined hope..
so how and why you'll resque my forgotten soul my face is pale the days of hell are close