Take my hand, follow me.
Close your eyes, soon you will be able to see.
What do you feel, in your hands?
Its hope, and it used to fill the land.
Whatever happens, Dont you cry,
Cause no one, will wipe your eyes.
Pick a rose, see how it feels
Its to bad, The rose isnt real.
A sacred center of hopes and dreams,
Are crushed by nightmares and twisted things.
To look into a mirror of tomorrow and see,
What happens to you and what happens to me.
Wash your face, In the water bowl,
Its a feeling, that tomorrow will never know.
Hold on, to the edge,
Dont let go, Is what I always begged.
Take a walk, in the field,
The wind, isnt real.
A fresh smell, in the air,
A fresh smell, that isnt there... |
