3 acessos
Because your dreams are pursuing the past.
Where fantasy meets reality,
And all that you strive for is lost.
Gone away.
Behind you forgotten answers tantalise,
In front they dance ahead.
But the faster you chase them in your minds eye,
The more they dance instead.
Fade away.
To bury your past is to loose touch,
With who and what you are.
But to keep your flame growing stronger,
You have to burn all and move on.
Fly away.
Through forests of green my mind wandered,
Through echoes of my mind.
Where love and life meet stife and pain,
And all hope dissolves with your dreams.
Slips away.