3 acessos
Voice of the past
For years there was silence, silence in my head
Peaceful mind, perfect balance, no remains of the past
There aren't my thoughts, there isn't my will
I'm that poor little puppet, ready to kill
Voice of the past
I hear some noice
Voice of the past
I have no choice
The dark cloud was gone, the rain had finally ended
The wind whispered gently as it started to change direction