There is nothing new that would change
There are something old that forever remain
The eyes feel the blue sorrow of the falling bird
Wings of fire and going down to the earth
Catch the breeze that shift your balance
Hold on to the armor that keep you fighting
As crazy as he seems, he is still a man
Fighting with vengeance and laying down his life with his own hands
Can I tell him this freedom is all gone in vain ?
There he lies still on the hot summer rock and the memories remain
Dear Mr. Conscious me, stop yelling and fighting me
This is the life chosen and will be lived with glee
Keep showing me the desire path where I’ll walk free
To the light where I cannot see the fears within me
I am a sinner, my mind wanders off too many places
Thinking of things that make up a midnight`s dream
Mesmerized by the sudden change of fire in the heart
I wander in those dreams: numb, confused and so mundane.
Where is the something new ??
