Fire Agate

Silently we kill ourselves with apathy

bounding for the

destiny that already was made

before we could think

and choose the way we want to take

all that is left is another day to face

searching for a dream to pursue

anything that could give answers

in these times of doubt

she came to

make me feel less lost and ill

but as soon the daylight died

I could not find the cure in her will

the chromatic day became

a distant star

and today your voice is just a

stain in my brain

she came to

make me feel less lost and ill

but as soon the daylight died

I could not find the cure in her will