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I am looking for something, anything that does not have an answer
In the deepest woods I am now
Crying in the neck, running and I'm looking
Crying out for what I want, the echo answer me this
I say
I cry of despair
Too tired to run now, go slowly and only my body is slowly starting to freeze
My heart beats sharply inside my chest pulse has been difficult to calm down
What's wrong? Why do I get no response?
The sun goes down, and cold creeping closer in to me
Must take security rested for a while
I slowly fall asleep in, but do not wake me more
Cold for me live as a response I received never
But now when I was sitting up in the clouds, I received
the answer each time I cry
I cried out for truth, and truth replied to me but I thought it was my echo
you can only be a bit of yourself
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