Crawling in the night, The Young Boy has become the pale one
I had made you a dreaming child with stories so you would suffer none
Yet growing hurts
And fills the spirit with desperation
Inside you've lost your will and chosen to dwell
In damnation
♪
We can make peace and start again
Erasure of the past, The Young Boy has become a new child
Someone made him blind
And the stories I've told cannot reach his mind
Yet I once lead and filled the spirit with the pure compassion
Besides I'd wiped out clean the anguish and pain with ambition
Release him, it is Lethean speaking
You can't give any salvation with dreams
And by growing
And thriving comes with straight
Reality
♪
So be it
Stories
Clashing
Into oblivion
♪
Two pairs of shaded eyes
Staring down
Above me
I only recall
A kind voice whispering to me
But now, it's far away
I feel