Αποσπερίτης... κατά φαντασία

Αποσπερίτης... κατά φαντασία

Σάββατο, 4 Μαΐου 2013

The boy that could fly

 We got a little time to make up our minds

Into the seas I set sail
Unknown to me if I succeed or fail
But, just as wise men say
The trip will escort us to our final day

O, heavenly father, give me wings to fly!
Let me feel free, embraced by the sunset sky
Twilight Town us upon my eyes
As I gaze I glimpse my greatest prize

Tell me Father, what went wrong?
Crimson blood falls off my veins as we chant this song

Trying to find sense in what I said?
My eyes are bleeding and my heart is lead ahead


Storm's marching on, east of Carribean
And flames sprout, beware beloved Jillian
A trip that was not meant to be
Will cost my live, eternally

For my heart may stop beating
The gap of time keeps on heating
The continuum of space leaves me blind
And I leave this world in a troubled mind

Tell me Father, did you fire?
Proceed on killing the dreams I aspire?
O, Father, it was as it seamed,

Life has killed the dream I dreamed.

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