
The foggy skies, the dreary mist,surrounds the soulful minds, that speak of songs, no sense it makes to start another day,
Without the choice to see. the dreams rain, inside the clouds, around it goes, against the caves, through out, within, its gone A dream again, a wish to start against the stormy days.
Without the choice to see. the dreams rain, inside the clouds, around it goes, against the caves, through out, within, its gone A dream again, a wish to start against the stormy days.