8 acessos
If everything and anything just fade
Do you wish your life would go another way?
When I grew up I thought I'd be a ninety-nine piece symphony
But I'm whistling in the wilderness alone
I close my eyes and dare to hope
That I'm gonna bloom
Nothing will do it soon, yeah
I'm gonna bloom
There's nothing that I cannot do, no
It's never too late
Never too to late to bloom
When Winter came, we slept the season through
In barren lands all given to the bloom