I found my old notes....
Searching in my dream.....
No reflection of who we used to be.
We could have, but we didn't,
We wanted, but it never happened.
Day, dream of sleeping,
Night, nightmare of tomorrow.
Bearing the deep wounds of our destiny, we stay empty of love.
Knocking on the gates of the darkness, we await the funeral of our hearts.
No reflection of who we used to be.
We could have, but we didn't,
We wanted, but it never happened.
Day, dream of sleeping,
Night, nightmare of tomorrow.
Bearing the deep wounds of our destiny, we stay empty of love.
Knocking on the gates of the darkness, we await the funeral of our hearts.