The road i shall walk
Is now all beautiful than usual
The roads that hold' my memories
Are prettier than usual
It too knows that soon i am gone
Gone for the crime i have never done
I now face the harsh truth of the crooks
Which i shall never have had too
Oh god have a mercy upon me
The one who should be
......
Why does it feel so right,
Yet so wrong!
Why does it feel so weak,
Yet so strong!
Why do I want to,
Stay in those arms!
Why do I need you,
To make me calm!
Why do I want to,
See my face in those eyes!
......
do you believe in fate, like things are ment to be
think about the question, then tell me that your free.
do you believe in fate, like things are ment to be
spend a second in your past, and tell me what you see.
If you see a life of struggles, suffering and pain
a life of wasted time and love, then I dont need you to explain.
It would not take me long, just a second to find your reasons
running from your past so long, you've struggled to lose your demons.
do you believe in fate, like things are ment to be
you'll never be truely happy, until you open your eyes and see.
......
Oh god, turn me into a flower.
So I can find my home in the rain.
No longer lying awake,
wondering if I've soaked in the sun enough that day.
Turn me into a flower.
A yellow one, quitly bright.
So I can be picked,
without pretending to be anything more.
......
Who are you,
To my soul?
Who are you and,
Why are you my life’s only goal?
Why wherever I see,
I want you to be there?
Why do I need you,
Here there everywhere?
Would you Carve my name
On the stone of your heart?
......
The road i shall walk
Is now all beautiful than usual
The roads that hold' my memories
Are prettier than usual
It too knows that soon i am gone
Gone for the crime i have never done
I now face the harsh truth of the crooks
Which i shall never have had too
Oh god have a mercy upon me
The one who should be
......
Oh god, turn me into a flower.
So I can find my home in the rain.
No longer lying awake,
wondering if I've soaked in the sun enough that day.
Turn me into a flower.
A yellow one, quitly bright.
So I can be picked,
without pretending to be anything more.
......
i covet to see my father’s face
an age ago,
when his arms were chosen my place
he watched me rise
in my heart, i fought, i grappled
how he made me in his thoughts.
was i different?
what he hide behind his ribs?
what words do he stash behind his lips?
i oath to privy,
......
do you believe in fate, like things are ment to be
think about the question, then tell me that your free.
do you believe in fate, like things are ment to be
spend a second in your past, and tell me what you see.
If you see a life of struggles, suffering and pain
a life of wasted time and love, then I dont need you to explain.
It would not take me long, just a second to find your reasons
running from your past so long, you've struggled to lose your demons.
do you believe in fate, like things are ment to be
you'll never be truely happy, until you open your eyes and see.
......
I wish you could see
What I see
Maybe then you'd understand
The world is full of beauty
I wish you could know
What I know
Maybe then you would understand
The wonders life can show
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