When love dies, you feel like a child whom has lost her parents.
not having anything to cling on, anything to hope for.
When all hope is lost, when the last glimmer of light fades away, then you'll realise,
you are nothing.
When the breath escapes, as the last drop of blood falls, you know it is the end, and the
horsemen are coming.
I know my days are counted for, outnumbered. Still im clinging to this life, like a moth to a flame.
Searching hope, forgiveness, and a reason to live on.
Beneath all these scars, all this dirt and guilt i am still alive
After all those years, im still alive
After everything you put me trough, after all the blame, all the lies and all the emotions, im still here.
Now free as a bird i can arise and let my soul fly.
