I used to think, that everything mattered
Though to Give up on it all, would not be so bad
I used to believe, that nothing was coincidential
Though, to Give up on it all would mean nothing to others.
I only hoped, that nothing, would tear me away
But the skies were never clear
So tonight, alone i will be, a voice in the wind,
with a song that will never be heard, and never known
Though to Give up on it all, would not be so bad
I used to believe, that nothing was coincidential
Though, to Give up on it all would mean nothing to others.
I only hoped, that nothing, would tear me away
But the skies were never clear
So tonight, alone i will be, a voice in the wind,
with a song that will never be heard, and never known
"Nothing is to be feared, But only Understood"
