tapes forgotten realms reaching the skythe moon is dancing alone in the dark reflecting life and fire's passion all these things between a touch an a sin means nothingsometimes a star shines brighter then the flashlight of a lifesometimes tapes between beings are more then with relativessometimes is this called lovemostly to be honestsometimes is it called friendshipor waiting to fall in love waiting a whole lifetimepassion means nothing different to me I'm alone and I'm beloved and still feel like a stone thrown in a ocean of tearsI'm alone just thisbetween people that lovelife seems that easy but it is even more
iron fist of life Some days youre just tired the relapses Again and again lifes hammering with a iron fist Some days you want to give upLike a dance in the rain Done in the desert Useless to even think aboutMishaps circles No release No hope left No way out to seeNo points of view left Just the need for another cigarette. . another coffee Another chance of happiness LostSome days you see all that blood and all that violence direct next to you. . . and its not touching you anymore Then all the good things are too far away from youHonor is goneStrength is goneYou are still thereAnd good night to a
letters side by side Letters side by sideA dance on white ground is reflecting feelingslike a fire reflects the darkbut all these letters will be forgotten like the fireplace just a second after the sunrise so take my hand life is just a empty space between the starsso lets share this treasureno I dont mean you or you or everyone else that thing to knowI see in eyes just with these thoughts . . . in eyes I may never sawSo lets find each other Now The time has come Now between these lonely starsJust close all the possibilities to take informationSo see real things between the things that expect its self to be real
voices and hopes voices and hopesthere is a pain located deepthere is a fear struggling inside against the minds clear thoughts hidden the hopehidden the beautiful smilesvoices of thunder oh unbelievable life it's struggling inside against the minds clear knowingsometimes friends are foreigners sometimes foreigners are more friends then the old ones can sometimes does life playing games with you sometimes comes the luck around unexpected like a warm wind sometimes notlies are streaming through the trough of your souland you begin to understand life's just like a leaf in an invisible storm of causesyou could dance in