The Voice

When the night falls and a dream starts to shine,
remember my face, don't let that thing die.
I can still hear those voices calling for those lost,
but i know now, how can I ever have been wrong?

That voice always tortures me in the close,
when I am speaking with a known - unknown ghost,
it bears the passions I left unexperienced,
A broken heart and some stuff thrown away unsaid.

how can i have ever being wrong?
Following my heart? Not losing myself?
At least everytime I will be asked,
Only truth will come out to defeat My Dark.

I followed My Heart...

Τρίτη 8 Απριλίου 2008