There is no hope in what I see,
A life that spreads on infinitely.
Hope that makes us hold,
Onto dreams that a sweet slumber unfolds.
But on every morrow, I will be,
No more than who i was-me.
But there is no love in what I see,
A life that spreads on infinitely.
But there dwells a charmer up above,
Who believes there in fact is love.
But what does it matter what this lil heart yearns?,
When the world in its own hell burns.
I drink,I hurt,I am in fact a slave,
Forever human to my grave.
A slave to what destiny brings,
A simple song that shall always ring.
You were born from flesh and blood
And you will always have a chance to be,
To do good and to feel loved
And to love ever so effortlessly.
