I can't walk
with these broken legs and though i long to fly
My wings have been burned and no longer help me to the sky
Endless feilds of grey
Lost but mabe some day
I find the right way I won't let it slip away
Maybe i'll do that today
/Maybe i'll stand on two feet again
and live again then give it another try
I know i'll need again and bleed again
Just let the memorys die
But its better off that way/
I walk away
find a place just off the coast or where ever i'll forget the most
This endless paraid
Marches round bids me walk this way
I hear them play
But i lost sight of the sound
Only empty space i found
/But i'll stand on two feet again
and live again then give it another try
I know i'll need again and bleed again
Just let the memorys die
But its better off that way/