domingo, 15 de septiembre de 2013

The Maze




THE MAZE

Walking across a yew's trees path.
Following the shine from moonlight.
The daybreak is so far.
Bundled at a chain, link by link to dark.

I'm lost in sorrow.
Why you don't want this hollow.
Girl you can stay.
You can be here at the end of the day.

I'm lost in a maze.
I'm a mess.
I'm lost in a maze.
The rope is break.

I tried to climb this mountain.
But it was so height, so height this freedom's mountain.
I made my coffin with steel nails.
I digged so deep my pit.

I'm lost in sorrow.
Why you don't want this hollow.
Girl you can stay.
You can be here at the end of the day.

I'm lost in a maze.
I'm a mess.
I'm lost in a maze.
The rope is break.

I struggled against my own ghosts.
I was in trenches of the slaves's cross.
I didn't worry to save myself.
Are you sure? Did you give your best?

I'm lost in a maze.
I'm a mess.
I'm lost in a maze.
The rope is break.
I'm lost.


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