Thoughts

Out from the ashes a few will arise, Pull down the curtain revealing open eyes. Deep from the fires with a flame in your fist, Marks the return of a man to re-exist. Out from the dust just a few will survive, Pulled from the wreckage to spare another

Would you let me hold your hand Would you let me ease your pain Would you care if I say that I will Would you like to walk with me Would you like to stay with me Would you like to watch the clouds with me Would you ever feel the same Would you ever f

I am lost in the thoughts It is lost in a reality I will not fill Emptiness Life goes the way Years, years and years... on a roadside of this way With the pain and tears I just little mote On the roads of this life I am lost in the thoughts It is los