I am dressed in shame
the curse of a lifetime
grow stronger
You are everything to me
Nothing left to say but regret
its my own fault is it not?
Walk me to the edge again
Larger than the love I have for you
Secreat world I cary in my heart
Metaphore to lost souls that rest in solace
It is a mistery even to myself
Ah, cry out in vain
lost reasons of old come once more
Take one last dare
Not careing of what may
You'll end up in a world of sorrow
No matter what path you choose
You will suffer tommorow
Ah, now I wounder...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem