One little bird perched on a barren branch,

never ceases singing for the world,

everlasting, endless, eternal


This sanity’s not what’s meant to be,

his misery’s taken a new stand

one last time at the point of no return

use it and beg for the chance

she’s one more chance to escape from all this madness

a final chance to be set free from all this sadness

no more black dreams where only I believe

dreams, so far beyond reality


Always in dreams you feel the haunting pain

under the hidden fears

the silent screams and tears

use it to call my name i’ll hear you scream

my time is only so much

never have I seen such



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