Turn Around
So scared young man I became,
Unable to turn back the hands of time
Always praying for just a single sign
Which could turn back the joy that left
Oh! The dew has stop its hum.
My one and only regret
Was not been able to see the future I bet
As If my brain didn't exist
Like a wild beat in the forest
Just in the confusion of the turn around beset.
All the pain is not only in my brain
Just for my mind to be free again
What break me will make me
My hope build me up with the future I see
Only to free from the turn around chain.
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