7 acessos
The Wings of the times, and remorse of the past
is leaving forever my mind
The thinks of my world , and my hope on the road
Are drooped! ! ! the real of a world
Across of the white clouds I go trough the Rainbow of past
Out of my body a thousand of things
Are black for my soul and my minds running out
Fly away.... across the true of times
Runaway ....out of the reality
Fly away ......across the storm of life
And run and go
weak reality and the nightmare of end
are breaking my steps and my sleeps
The could rain in the head, tries sleep me once again
Strikes! my future of glory....... yeah