It's raining out of thunder,
Heartless winds may blunder,
Finding up my way,
To the Dream..
...
Frozen Past
It's raining out of thunder,
Heartless winds may blunder,
Finding up my way,
To the Dream..
I'm shout out whenever,
Still worry do
Anyone hears me out,
When I scream..
Present Past or Future I,
Would believe in it or should I Die,
All such things do stumble
Within Me...