Is it too late to go in peace, I wonder how
how these things did start anyway
Maybe too late to find a way, when the
trail of grief is marked with memories Now when you're gone, the warmth of the sun seems so faraway
I believe
I believe second is a miracle for me
rain, and when it's pouring down
the only thing I feel is pain I walk alone through shapeless dreams I close the door and turn the key
my only home is the wasteland that I cross
those days of joy are barely memories
shine on, wont you shine for me
Now when you're gone, your star will I believeI believe
second is a miracle for me
rain, and when it's pouring down
the only thing I feel is pain.
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