Is it to late to go in peace, i wonder how
how these things did start, anyway
Maybe to 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 in everything i see, every
second is a miracle for me
I Believe after sunshine comes the
rain, and when it's pouring down
the only thing i feel is pain
I walk alone through shapeless dreams
my only home is the wasteland that i cross
I close the door and turn the key
those days of joy are barely memories
Now when you're gone, your star will
shine on, won't you shine for me
I Belive in everything ...
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