Some days are simply not the day
When faith begins to fray
When words led you astray
The doom song is at play
suffocated by the present
haunted by the past,
terrified of the future.
Swaying with the steps that always waver.
Because safety is only a myth
And the walls are moving closer.
Racing with the scythe
Yet no exit door for the quitter.
but there's no sense in crying for every lost throne.
Closed heart will not giving back the crown
No mistake in leaving the glory to the untold
Then see that there's always a hand to hold
to stop doesn't mean to freeze.
no reason not to storm in and chase the wind out
No, we're not as big as the great sun.
but we're not as tiny as we think we are.
about 'hope' is justified.
but 'believing' is to survive.
breath.. breath.. the inhales and the exhales are sign that we're alive.
so what do you say?
When faith begins to fray
When words led you astray
The doom song is at play
suffocated by the present
haunted by the past,
terrified of the future.
Swaying with the steps that always waver.
Because safety is only a myth
And the walls are moving closer.
Racing with the scythe
Yet no exit door for the quitter.
but there's no sense in crying for every lost throne.
Closed heart will not giving back the crown
No mistake in leaving the glory to the untold
Then see that there's always a hand to hold
to stop doesn't mean to freeze.
no reason not to storm in and chase the wind out
No, we're not as big as the great sun.
but we're not as tiny as we think we are.
about 'hope' is justified.
but 'believing' is to survive.
breath.. breath.. the inhales and the exhales are sign that we're alive.
so what do you say?
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