Is it too late, to go in peace, I wonder how, how these things did start, anyway. Maybe too late to find a way, when the trail of grief is marked with memories.
Now when you're gone, the warmth of the sun seems so faraway.
I believe - in everything I see, every second is a miracle for me. I believe - after sunshine comes the rain, and when it's pouring down, the only thing I feel is pain.
I walk alone, through shapeless dreams my only home is the wasteland that I cross. I close the door and turn the key those days of joy are barely memories. Now when you're gone, your star will shine on, wont you shine for me.
I believe- in everything I see, every second is a miracle for me. I believe- after sunshine comes the rain, and when it's pouring down, the only thing I feel is pain.
I believe- in everything I see, every second is a miracle for me. I believe- after sunshine comes the rain, and when it's pouring down, the only thing I feel is pain.
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