4 acessos
The strings that hold me here are slowly losing the grip.
The flames of immense grief
burn deep inside of me.
Slowly I vanish in the mist.
Trembling in the darkness
that keeps away the light
from my sad eyes.
The strings that hold me here are slowly loosing the grip.
The flames of immense grief
burn deep inside of me.
Now I am drifting away with the winds
towards eternity.
Will I remain?