5 acessos
1.Lost
I)
Good morning my son, watch the sun topping your dream.
In the future a future to see.
II)
Morning or not, it's always too late.
Why do we live in the past?
A moment is just long enough for the next to erase.
Bridge:
A fading dimension, with a link to the soul.
It feels like, no freedom, but life to go.
Chorus:
I - hide the poet in silence.
AM - where the whisper still screams.
LOST - like a storm on the ocean.
FIND ME
SON - to my inner emotions.
TO - kill the time on its way.
ME - bringing iles to the notion.
Bridge:
You're blessed with the power of seeing,
what for others remains.
The violence, the torment, with who to blame?
Take a look at my life,
encounter the ways protected by time.
It's buying, supplying and taking lives.
Take a look at this face,
the present disgust, tomorrows disgrace.
We're hiding, denying we're stuck to race.