I am devoured by thoughts
Slowly do they drag me down
Into a deep stream of confusion
What ever we do with our lives
Doesn’t matter if we are heroes or felons
It will still have the same ending
There is no way out
All we can do is walk into the light
And hope heaven has a spare pair of wings
Every year the trees go brown
The wind is like a thousand knives
Cutting through us
Like we were only made of water
But every year spring returns
Waking us from our numb feeling
All the darkness has caused
Everything comes alive
Blossoms, reminding us to live
A human, so fragile
Walking on a thin line
It is only a question of time
Before the line breaks