Here I stand in coldness, crossroads in the frozen snow. Many paths from which to choose, one of them is my own. I stare in disbelief the promise that I hold, as I can feel it in my heart. Frozen wall of despair has locked me inside my own head. And my soul chooses death, rather than this so cold/called life. I stare in disbelief the promise that i hold, as I can feel it in my heart of cold. Right to choose my own way, even thou I'm lost in time. For what it's worth I hold the key, that unlocks my despair. I stare in disbelief the promise that I hold, as I can feel it in my heart of cold. |
