I had a dream that my eyes could not see, when I opened my mouth, the words would not come out.
All I hear is the sound of my fear and a voice like the breeze, sofily whispering to me.
Could it be the fear that brought me this far?
I'm holding on to temporary scars.
Do our mistakes define who we are?
We are the trees with the dead, dried up leaves and our guilt is the flame that set the woods ablaze.
Here we stand, with no hope, with no chance to be set free from this burning.
But, we won't give up this time as we watch the smoke rise.
Hold our breath and stare at death, you'll never take us alive.
Over and over, my heart's beating slower.
Could this be the end of me, the destiny that I have chosen?
Could it be the fear that brought me this far?
I'm holding on to temporary scars.
Do our mistakes define who we are?
I feel the weight of the stars in the sky pulling me down, so I just close my eyes and I sleep on.
Am I the Victim or am I the crime?
Will I surrender or will I wake up and fight?