And into the storm i go
Knowing well i have a chance. The only chance.
The wrecked pieces i see, which made a beautiful home once.
Left is the rubble of what made the walls and roof.
Into the storm i go.
A silent chaos i witness
which was a peaceful riot once.
Left are the broken dreams
which made a serene reality once.
Into the storm i go.
An opera of death in theater of dreams
Cries of love and sound of laughter it once was.
The frame of life shattered to pieces tells a story
what was the light, is all dark now.
Into the storm i go.
Knowing well i have a chance. The only chance.
The wrecked pieces i see, which made a beautiful home once.
Left is the rubble of what made the walls and roof.
Into the storm i go.
A silent chaos i witness
which was a peaceful riot once.
Left are the broken dreams
which made a serene reality once.
Into the storm i go.
An opera of death in theater of dreams
Cries of love and sound of laughter it once was.
The frame of life shattered to pieces tells a story
what was the light, is all dark now.
Into the storm i go.
