Grey visions of today, every sight the same, I can not break free, I think I'm gone... As though I never wake, always drawn into descent, And my hope decays, just out of reach...
Cursed through life and condemned to misery, To be left with nothing...
If only for a moment; a way out, To see the faintest glimmer amongst the dark To mend the broken dawn so bleak Somehow I think I'm gone
But like ashes to the wind i will fade Nameless and Forgotten The thorn upon the withered rose Somehow I always knew...
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