Cold hands
Stretching for sun’s warmth
Stretching for sun’s warmth
Eyes for brightness
I lurk in the shadows
I lurk in the shadows
Thoughts covered in darkness
Beyond the majestic mountains of fate
I walk towards an oasis
Only to find an endless desert land
Filled with dust and crisis
I walk towards an oasis
Only to find an endless desert land
Filled with dust and crisis
I hear the music
Glasses being filled with wine
I hear the people talk
The stupid and the wise
Glasses being filled with wine
I hear the people talk
The stupid and the wise
Hit by a storm
I fall to the ground
Waking up from a dream
Barren are the lands where I am found
I fall to the ground
Waking up from a dream
Barren are the lands where I am found
I look at the sky
In hope and despair
I wait for my doom
Longing for a bloom…
In hope and despair
I wait for my doom
Longing for a bloom…
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