Edge

I see a door ahead I don't know how far There must be a light somewhere That I should discover I must be dead on on my bed of wind Or what...... There's no grass on the field except blood As far as the wind blows Under the shabby trees I see nothing but blankness. I know in my life, There's so mush colour, so much rhyme. But far behind the music There always some qwestions: Who am I? Where am I? Under the sky so fade! Deep deep inside my heart I know I have the answer Which I dont dare to know Because I cannot ask myself honestly. Because I know if ever I know the answers I can never be happy.