Thousand years or a while
I still don't know
How long I've been down here
All by my own
All Fears I let in have made me blind
While my old dreams
Fade away with the last weak
Glimpse of light
Whispering though the wind
There come memories lost within
To remind how had it been
To live like this
No time to speak or to breathe
This left me undone and torn within
But in spite of what have been
I'll spread my wings
As we slip away
Like leaves carried by the wind
Like a Golden Age to Stone
We pale beneath
But spring will come again
To free us from our sleep
To make fire burn once more
To make it real
I've sailed through an endless void
All by myself
All my dreams lied shattered on the floor
Remember me when you leave
I know I'll be scarred but I'll still breathe
Crucify these fragile dreams
That lie within
As we slip away
Like leaves carried by the wind
Like a Golden Age to Stone
We pale beneath
But spring will come again
To free us from our sleep
To make fire burn once more
To make it real
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