In a night or in a day,In Vision or in none.
All that we see or seem,Is but a dream within a dream
I stand amids in the shadows of a sad-tormented world
I hold within my hand grains of the seeds light-
How few yet how they slip through my fingers into the depths of darkness
While my heart weep for what is lost,Can I not grasp them with a tighter claps ?
The night has a thosand eyes and the day but one
Yet the light of the bright world dies with the dying sun
The mind has a thousand eyes and the heart but one
Yet the light of whole life dies when love fades into nothingness
The everlasting road has become my eternal friend
Theres nothing I havent seen nor nothing I have not done
I lived for each moment uncaring,bearing in mind that life's full of sorrow
I wear this mask of innocence,which will be the reminder of who I used to be
Consumed with raging flames of anger,hatred of which I do not desired
I looked to the sky and wonder why
I shall fight for what is mine
Untill that day is done,and unto my grave.